at me with a knife... no, I’m not alone, my husband is with me and the suspect has been handled... yes sir, now let me give you our location.”
Jessica put her phone away moments later, and stared down at Haines, who was moaning from the burgeoning pain of his broken arm and damaged knee.
Haines pushed the pain aside long enough to make a threat,
“I’m going to kill you, bitch! You hear me? I am going to—”
THWACK!
Haines fell flat upon the road as the bat made contact with his skull.
Jessica reached over and placed her hand on her husband’s arm, halting his next blow.
“That’s enough.”
He nodded, and then the two of them walked over and leaned on the trunk of her car.
Jessica stared over at Haines.
“He looks so normal. How did you know that it was him?”
“I... felt him, could sense his true nature.”
“Is it something you feel, or something you see?”
“I feel it, but I also see it, and I always recognize it.”
“How?”
“It’s what I see whenever I look in the mirror.”
She hugged him, and he gently rested his chin atop her head.
“You’re not like him.”
“I am, but I’ll never be him. I’ll never be him because I have you.”
“We have each other, baby.”
“Yes,” he said, almost absently, while mesmerized by the way the moonlight glinted upon the Slasher’s deadly blade.
TAKEN! G – THE WITNESSES
(The events in TAKEN! G took place one year prior to the events in TAKEN! )
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G rand Canyon, Arizona, 2011
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P ark Ranger Bill Roundtree scratched at the back of his neck as he took in the scene around him.
At his left, his partner was checking on the condition of two men lying beside an old pickup truck. Both of the men were the approximate size of a bull moose. One of them was lying face down, while the other was flat on his back, but both men were unconscious and bleeding from facial contusions. The nose on the man facing up was obviously broken, as was his right arm, a muscular right arm that Roundtree guessed was nearly as thick as his thigh.
The other ranger called over to him.
“They’re both out cold, but breathing normally, I’ll call for an ambulance while you see to the other one.”
The other one, Roundtree turned his head to the right and stared at the man leaning back against the short wall that faced the scenic overlook, the man was moaning as if he were in great pain.
Beyond the wall, the canyon lay spread out in a myriad of sunlit colors, as off in the distance, a pair of California Condors flew in a lazy circle.
The moaning man’s hands covered his groin and he appeared to be in agony, as he kept up a steady lamentation of pain.
“His nuts are popped.”
“Sir?” Roundtree said. He was facing forward now and talking to the chubby guy. The chubby guy stood next to his chubby wife and a teenage girl that Roundtree assumed was their daughter. The daughter was not chubby in the least, and in fact, was extremely attractive.
“I said his nuts are popped. He was kicked so hard that I’m surprised they didn’t fly up and squirt out of his mouth.”
Roundtree walked over, bent down, and spoke to the moaning man.
“Sir, is what the gentleman said true? Were your testicles injured?”
The moaning man raised his head and Roundtree saw that his eyes were crossed and that there was a steady line of drool flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He was as thick as the other two men were, maybe even a tad bigger, but he was defenseless now and, due to his injury, as pale as a ghost.
“An ambulance is on the way, sir.”
The man answered with another moan.
Roundtree sighed and stood, but then spotted the long knife lying halfway underneath the man’s right buttock. After donning a clear glove, he reached down and grabbed the end of the blade.
“Whose knife is this?”
The chubby man pointed at the moaning man.
“It belongs to that bastard. He threatened my daughter with