“She’s probably in there,” Brian said. “That’s where I would keep her if I was dumb enough to kidnap someone.”
“There’s some crazy people in the world,” I said, shaking my head. “You guys wait here for the cops, I’m going in.”
“No way man, we’re here as backup,” Teddy said.
Brian nodded and Trey agreed.
“We’ve got this.”
* * *
When the man with a Mohawk exited the RV, I took off running through the woods. My plan was to come out on the side facing away from everyone, but I left the woods early.
No one noticed me as Trey, Brian and Teddy entered loudly from the other side of the field. They made it sound like there were twenty of them instead of three. I hoped the cops got here before the crowd got to them and realized they were only a trio. I saw a lot of the other people moving toward them hesitantly. Fifty yards away, I increased my speed.
I heard both groups of people yelling at each other. Forty yards. Just a little bit longer. The thought of Brooke in trouble gave me a burst of energy. Thirty yards.
A gunshot rang out. What the hell? I didn’t slow down. Everyone scattered in different directions. Fuck! Twenty Yards. Ten. Zero.
I rushed up the ladder on the back of the RV, staying low as I crawled across the roof. The yelling and commotion from the others helped hide the noise I was making.
When I glanced out at the field, I saw a man brandishing a gun. He waved it into the air and fired again, laughing hysterically.
“I am the law!” he shouted.
At the center of the RV’s roof, I saw a hatch. I pulled the handle, sighing in relief as it swung open. I glanced down, but didn’t see anyone.
I sat in the opening and grabbed the other side with my hands to hold myself as I jumped down. As soon as I landed, I crouched into a fighting stance.
When I didn’t see anyone in the front half of the RV, I rushed down the hall to the back.
“Brooke?” I called out.
No answer. I kicked the bathroom door open and glanced around. Nothing.
Fuck!
I looked down the hall toward the front. Still seeing no one, I moved to the very back of the RV with a door to what was probably a bedroom.
“Brooke?” I called out, turning the doorknob.
The door was locked. I took a few steps back then rushed toward the door. It opened when I hit it with my arm. I saw Brooke passed out on a bed.
No!
I went to her.
“Brooke?” I asked, lightly slapping her cheek. “Wake up, Brooke.”
She was still breathing, which was good. Had they drugged her? Before I figured it out, I heard the man with the gun calling out from the front of the RV.
“Come on out, football boy. I want to play with you.”
I stood up and glanced down at Brooke. If I rushed the freak with a gun and he shot me, my football career might be over forever. On the other hand – Brooke.
The thought of her made up my mind in less than a second. I took a deep breath, preparing to run down the hall and tackle him before he got a shot off.
If I got lucky, it might actually work.