The family that preys together…- 24

Bryant crouched on the floor behind the front seat of the car. As he waited he searched for any indications they were making a mistake.

They had watched the driver pull in, park and then hurriedly head inside the mall just like any other man or woman would. Except there was one difference, the perfectly healthy-looking male had chosen a handicap spot. He’d also made what would prove to be a deadly mistake. In his rush to get finished with his errand and back to his car again he’d neglected to lock it.

“He has to know what he’s doing is wrong,” Crispin had said when he and Bryant walked past the side of the car testing the doors and finding them unlocked. Bryant had nodded as he slipped inside the car.

Crispin continued a few feet further on, stopping to put his foot on the car’s bumper and retie his shoe. If anyone had been paying attention they might have wondered why that took him so long.

Their prey returned ten minutes later carrying a bag of fast food. When the man got back into his car, Crispin moved quickly, sliding into the passenger seat. Before the man could protest Crispin pulled a gun partially out of his jacket pocket, saying, “Drive.”

“What the hell!” The man looked at the gun, then at Crispin and for a moment Crispin thought he was going to cause problems. Then, shakily, the man started the car and pulled out of the parking spot.

Once they were on the street Crispin told the man where to go, tersely replying when he asked that their destination was none of his business.

“Are you going to steal my car?” the man asked, keeping his eyes on the traffic ahead of him.

“This piece of junk?” Crispin laughed then told the man to turn left and a minute later to pull into an alley and stop. The moment he had Bryant sat up, snaking an arm around the man’s neck before knocking him out. As the man slumped forward Crispin got out of the car, pulling their prey into the passenger seat. He quickly cuffed his feet and hands before pulling the seatbelt harness tightly around him. While he did that Bryant moved to the driver’s seat and once Crispin got in back he took off.

Fifteen minutes later they were in a parking garage at the far side of the city. They transferred their victim to the trunk of Bryant’s car. 

When that was done Crispin drove the man’s car to a dark corner of the fourth tier of the garage and returned to join Bryant. “Home, James,” he said with a grin.