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criminal such as himself had ever had any sense of what fear could be.
 
               She thought about dropping the knife then and there. The look in his hazel eyes told her that he was genuine. Then a flash thought passed through her mind. She could arrest him then and there and be the hero of the whole case. She had the person she’d been looking for years for right in the middle of her bedroom where there was no quick escape other than falling four stories to the alley floor below the window.
 
                “Get down on the floor with your hands on your head.” She ordered as she took a few steps forward. Tristen’s eyes sparked with shock as he realized she wasn’t playing around. He quickly raised his hands to his head and began to lower down onto his knees. Vicky raised an eyebrow as she watched him lie flat on his front. That was too easy, she thought as she headed toward the desk to grab her spare handcuffs from the top drawer beside her gun.
 
                 She had just opened the draw er when she felt pain burn at the back of her head. It shot down her spine and she crumpled to the ground. She let out a yell of pain as Tristen stomped on her wrist forcing her to release the knife. Her already sore scalp was pulled tight as he grabbed her hair and pulled her up onto her knees.
 
    “I really didn’t want to have to do this.” He spoke into her ear.
 
    “What do you want from me?” Vicky demanded. She forced herself to sound confident even though her heart pounded with fear.
    “I want you to stop looking for me!”
    “Well good job. I found you,” Vicky laughed with the irony of it. She had wasted the last few years of her life looking for the scumbag and he was stood in her bedroom, “Guess what you can add breaking and entering to the list of your crimes.”
    “Well I suppose while you’re at it you should add kidnapping to that list.” Tristen’s voice was filled with laughter. Vicky was about to ask what the hell he was talking about when the pain repeated in her head. He’d hit her again with something rock hard. She collapsed to the ground as he released her hair and her vision blurred with unconsciousness. She was just conscious enough to hear the chime of the phone again just before she fell into darkness.

 
     
     
    Chapter Four

Tristen thrust the dead weight of Vicky’s body up into his arms and threw her onto the bed. Grabbing a length of rope he tightened it around her wrists as she began to come to her senses. A groan of pain escaped her as she attempted to move her hand. He laughed as he watched her begin to struggle. He had his power back.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded as he headed over to the desk where he’d watched her about to open the top drawer. He pulled it open and grinned to himself. Jackpot. He grabbed the handgun from the drawer and turned back to Vicky.
               He was startled to see that she had turned over and was now sitting up. It shocked him how quickly she had managed to move. “Stop fidgeting!” Tristen ordered as he removed the safety on the gun and pointed it toward Vicky.
“Are you sure you know how to use that?” Vicky asked. She was squinting as though the bright morning light that filtered through the window was hurting her eyes.
“I’m not sure but we’ll soon see, if you try anything,” Tristen smirked, “I’m pretty sure you’re not in a position to take that risk.”
“Ok, look, Tristen you don’t need to do this.” Vicky’s voice was filled with pleading. It made Tristen feel empowered. He shook the gun in the direction of the bedroom door and ordered,
“Get up and start moving. We’re leaving.” Vicky looked for a moment as though she was about to refuse.
              “Don’t test my patience.” Tristen shouted as he grabbed hold of her elbow and pulled her off the bed, “Get moving.” He ordered as he turned