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happened to Julie, but he needed to know everything if he was going to save her. 
         Kawoski toyed with the idea of calling Steel and Kristen and letting them know what was going on, but he didn’t want to mess up their honeymoon.  They were likely on the plane with their phones turned off anyways.  Besides that, what could they really do?  No, he would just tell them when they got home, and hopefully by then Julie would be back home, safe and sound. 
         Without even taking the time to go home and change, Kawoski headed to the police station.  He wanted to see what could be done about checking security cameras as well as searching the databases for the license plate the lady had claimed to see.  It would be a long night, but the station was always equipped with plenty of strong, hot, black coffee. 
         By the time Kawoski arrived at the station, there was already a little progress on the case.  The wedding venue didn’t have security cameras that covered their parking lot, but the bank next door did.  The video of Julie’s kidnapping didn’t really provide much extra help, but it did corroborate what the elderly lady said she saw.  It also confirmed for Kawoski that the kidnapped woman was definitely Julie.  Even far away and fuzzy, he recognized her instantly. 
         After another hour, they had narrowed the van search to just three vans that had matching license plates and descriptions.  Kawoski pulled the vehicle registration records for each and had the names ran through the system.  One came back with a hit.  Derek Moore. 
         Derek Moore was thirty-eight and had just been released from prison in Nevada.  Before that, he had a long list of priors including both misdemeanors and felonies.  As Kawoski read through the list of priors, he was glad to see that none involved hurting anyone.  It was a small consolation, but it was something at least.  For the time being, h e needed any amount of hope he could muster. 

Chapter 8
     
         As Julie’s eyes flittered open, she felt disoriented.  She was in a haze and wasn’t sure what was going on.  What she was sure of, though, is that she had one of the worst headaches she had ever experienced.  As she tried to raise her hand to her forehead to massage the pain away, panic struck her.  Her hand wouldn’t move.  It was tied down to something. 
         Her eyes began to focus but she was still unsure of where she was or even if she was really awake at all.  She looked around the room, which was dark and smelled of mildew.  Wherever she was, it seemed like it had long been abandoned.  With the bit of moonlight that came through the window, she could see the lighting fixtures were covered in cobwebs.  Everything else in the room seemed to be covered in a thick layer of dust.
         Julie struggled to get her hands and legs free and remembered that she had been grabbed from behind after answering the call at the wedding reception.  Everything was becoming a little clearer.  She was sure it wasn’t a dream.  She was really tied up in some abandoned building.  As the realization hit her, her first instinct was to scream and yell.  Maybe there would be someone nearby that would hear her cries and either rescue her or call for help.
         Just as she was about to scream, Julie heard a voice.  It was faint, but as she struggled to hear what the voice was saying, it gradually got louder.  It was a man’s voice.  She couldn’t him, but his voice was deep, with what sounded like a southern accent.  She was able to make out a few words.  The man was asking someone how far away they were. 
         Julie’s mind raced.  If someone else was coming, she didn’t have much time to try to get free.  It would be hard enough with just one person guarding her, but with two, it would be almost impossible.  It also occurred to her that whatever they wanted with her would happen whenever the second