Chapter 14
Marcus quickly grabbed her by the arms and hauled her to her feet. Aristotle quickly took her gun, radio and phone and slid them into the bag Marcus had been carrying. As Marcus looked to see what Aristotle was doing, Trixie used all her strength and stomped down on Marcus’ foot, releasing his hold on her.
Trixie darted around the corner and made her way down Main Street. She headed out of town toward Glen Road. She could hear the pounding footsteps behind her.
I have to get away from them, she thought as she ran. I need to let Jim know that something is going to happen at his school tomorrow night.
She ran into the woods that bordered the town, hoping to lose the two men. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Marcus and Aristotle were closer than she thought. All of a sudden, her arm was grabbed from behind. She was spun around to face Marcus.
“Let go of me!” Trixie yelled, struggling to break free.
“Quiet!” Marcus growled taking hold of her other arm.
“Put her arms behind her,” Aristotle said.
Marcus forced her arms back and she felt Aristotle tie her wrists together with his belt. She struggled to break free, but couldn’t. Aristotle took hold of her arms. “You can’t do this,” Trixie demanded. “You have no right.”
“Marcus, find something to quiet her.”
She looked at Marcus and watched him pull a handkerchief out of his pocket. He took the handkerchief and shoved it in her mouth.
“What are we going to do with her now?” Marcus asked. “She must have overheard what we were talking about.”
“Relax. She won’t be a problem.”
Thunder rumbled in the distance. “She is a problem,” Marcus said. “She could easily run to the police and tell them all she knows.”
“She won’t do such a thing,” Aristotle said. “There’s an easy way to make sure of that.”
“What do you mean?” Marcus asked as the thunder rumbled closer.
“We’ll put her somewhere so no one will find her until after we’re out of the area and our mission is completed.” He looked Trixie in the eye. “The storm that’s coming is supposed to be extremely severe and may be just the answer we need.”
Trixie struggled against Aristotle’s grasp. She had to get away from them. She could see bolts of lightning in the distance and knew Aristotle was right about the storm.
“Where will we put her?” Marcus asked.
“Let’s take her over near the river, real close to the river,” Aristotle said. “By the time they find her, it’ll be too late.”
“Fine.”
Marcus turned her around and pushed her through the woods. As they walked, she tried to loosen the bounds holding her. She felt if she got them loose, it wouldn’t take long for her to get free.
Trixie watched the sky light up in front of her and heard a loud rumble of thunder.
“Over here,” Aristotle said, shoving her toward the water’s edge as it started to rain. She was pushed to a tree. Marcus held her against the tree as Aristotle pulled a rope out of the bag Marcus had been carrying and tied her to the tree.
“I’m glad I had that in there,” Marcus said.
Aristotle moved in front of her when he was done. He said, “I guess this is good-bye.”
Trixie stared at him. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Maybe someone will find you after we leave,” Marcus said. “Maybe they won’t.”
“At least she won’t be bothering us,” Aristotle said.
“I want to make sure,” Marcus said. “She’s been trouble since we got here and I want to make sure she won’t cause anymore.”
Trixie stared at Marcus as Aristotle asked, “What are you talking about?”
Marcus pulled a knife out and held it to her throat. Trixie tried not to swallow when she felt the cool blade touch her neck. He said with a wicked smile, “Let me take care of her permanently.”
Aristotle pulled the hand holding the knife away from her throat. “If you kill her and are caught, you could get the death penalty.”
“If I kill her, then we are guaranteed that no one will interfere.”
“I won’t let you kill her.”
“Fine, I won’t kill her.” Marcus put the knife away. As he turned around, he swung his fist at her head making her head snap back on contact and hit the tree knocking her out instantly.