Kent knew he’d dozed off when
the sound of something in the driveway of the mansion made him jump in
surprise. Rubbing his eyes he straightened with a low groan and stood up,
peering around the corner of the garage.
An older van stood there, as
close to the back door of the mansion as it could get. While he watched, a
dark-haired man got out of the driver’s side, heading to the rear of the van.
Seconds later Crispin slid out of the passenger seat to join him. Kent could
hear the doors open and figured they were taking something out. Then Crispin
reappeared, heading towards the mansion with a bundle that to Kent’s
over-active imagination looked an awfully lot like a man slung over his shoulder.
The second man followed,
opening the back door for Crispin and then returned to the van. As he started
towards the garage the headlights flashed over Kent before he could duck down
and away. The van stopped immediately and the man got out.
“Well, well, what do we have
here,” he said as he approached Kent, one hand in his pocket.
“I…umm was waiting for
Crispin,” Kent replied hesitantly.
“Were you now Mr. Tyler?
Well I’m no so sure he wants to see you right now but since you’re here.” He
smiled tightly. “By the way I’m his brother, Bryant.”
“It’s okay, I’ll just leave
and call him,” Kent said, backing away slowly. Something about the man scared
him down to the soles of his feet.
“Oh I don’t think so.”
Bryant withdrew his hand from his pocket, pointing a small but deadly looking
gun at Kent. “Put your hands behind your back and turn around.”
“Like hell.” Kent backed
away some more then froze when he heard the man cock the gun. Slowly he turned
to do as he was ordered. Seconds later cuffs encircled his wrists tightly.
“Now, into the house. If you
make even the slightest sound I’ll knock you out and then gag you. Understood?”
Kent nodded as he turned
towards the mansion. Once they were inside Bryant hesitated for a moment then
pointed the gun towards a flight of stairs leading up from the pantry. Three
flights later and they were in the attic of the mansion.
“Down on your knees,” Bryant
ordered sharply. When Kent reluctantly complied Bryant took a second pair of
cuffs from his jacket pocket. Lacing them through the ones on Kent’s wrists, he
cuffed his ankles together. Then he told him to open his mouth. With little
choice but to comply Kent did and Bryant stuffed a rag into it, binding it
there with a piece of rope so that Kent couldn’t spit it out. With that
finished Bryant said, “I’ll be back for you sometime. Until then you might as
well catch up on your sleep. It will be your last one in this world.”
With a shove of his foot he
toppled Kent onto his side, brought the butt of his gun down on Kent’s temple,
and then left.
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