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She could hear only the sound of the wind now.
    She sighed and went back to her laptop. “Hey, handsome, r u there?”
    There was no reply.
    She heard the rattling noise again, but it was a little louder than it had been earlier. “Oh, not again.” She cursed the raccoons of the world and looked to where the sound was coming from.
    She walked quickly and switched on all the lights in the kitchen. The sound stopped. After a few seconds, it started again. She knew where it was coming from. Back door. The sound grew louder.
    She gasped when the backyard door was forced open. A bald guy with a gray mustache stood tall on the aluminum rail with a gun in his hand. His right leg pushed the glass door further. He looked her up and down with a disgusting smile.
    She felt the chill in her spine. “Who are you? Go away, or I’ll call the cops.”
    “Oh dear! You know me very well!”
    “What? Just go away. I swear to God I will kill you if you come closer.” Her hands trembled. Blood pumped up in her face and made it very warm.
    “Kill me? How are you going to do that? With your bare hands, Maria?”
    The bald guy smiled and showed his ugly yellow teeth.
    How does he know my name?
    He moved forward with the gun pointed directly at her head. He smelled really, really bad, as if he had not taken a shower for weeks, if not months. He inched forward and said, “Oh, my dear Maria! You are going to live with me happily forever! Did you forget all those sweet words you chatted with me just a few minutes ago?” He laughed out loud.
    “Huh?” Her eyes widened. This guy is Justin?
    She screamed, “Help! Someone help please!”
    The guy snorted and slapped the Colt pistol frame sideways to her head. She fainted in a second.

    * * *
    J ay Sanchez took a deep breath and looked around. He had been watching Maria and Shannon for the last week since he spotted Maria in a Forever 21 store. He had a thing for Hispanic girls. It did not take much effort for him to get to know Maria.
    A fake account on Facebook and a cute boy’s picture downloaded from a European social networking site did the trick. The girl fell for it just like butter on a flame and spelled out details about when she would be alone in the house. The backyard door was a joke. All it took was a metal cutter and a couple of strong pushes. The absence of a security system made his job easier.
    Jay grabbed Maria and put her on the shoulder of his big frame. He switched off all the lights. He slowly walked around and made sure there was no one else in the house. He shoved the gun down in his jacket as he came out of the house.
    He scanned the narrow street. There were no lights. It was dark, just the way he wanted.
    He replayed the route he would need to take as he walked toward his vehicle, which was parked on the street. He would be on San Mateo Drive in three minutes. Then, it would take another twenty minutes to reach his house in the hills. The girl was heavier than he expected. He took long strides to reach the vehicle before opening the trunk of the Subaru and throwing the girl inside. She was still unconscious. He wrapped her mouth and hands with duct tape and closed the trunk lid.
    He looked at the street and the girl’s house one more time. He just realized that it was not much of a thrill. If there had been some resistance and a little fight, it would have been meaningful, he thought. He made a mental note for himself to raise the bar the next time.
    He opened the driver-side door and lowered himself into the seat. The clock on the dashboard displayed 9:15 p.m.
    “In and out in fifteen minutes, not bad! I should aim for ten minutes next time!” he said to himself with pride.
    He calculated it would take about thirty minutes to reach his house. The girl should be awake by then. Duct tape would take care of her in the meantime. It would take some time for her to understand what was going on. Before that happened, she would be in his house.
    He stretched his legs and