Leonard
I had arrived at the place Trent had set up. I looked around at the neighborhood. It was an old, rundown street. Very little life roamed the streets. I looked at the clock on my radio. The day was young. It wasn't even noon. Concluding that this was the wrong place, I turned around and started towards home. I looked at my phone thinking I should call Grace and ask her if Trent had perhaps changed his number, I had, however, decided against it, it had crushed her when I had told her of my asking Trent to help me prepare her birthday party, Trent had said that he knew a good bar and that we could rent it for the occasion. I sighed as the road signs were barely recognizable from the weeds and ferns growing wildly on them. This town didn't look like it had been populated or visited in years. I leaned back in my seat, looking at the gun that Grace had always placed in the passenger seat. I pulled off the road, picking my cell phone up. The service is as dead as the town surrounding it. However, I had one bar. I dialed Graceona's number for it to ring once before my phone died. I sighed, laying it in the seat next to the pistol. Getting into the glove box, Grace always kept an emergency phone in all the cars in case of times like this. I received the phone from under the pile of papers that I should probably get around to looking through and throwing away at some point. I turned it on as it booted up. I had two bars. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, my heart feeling more at ease, as I dialed Grace once again. After one ring, she answered. "Grace, I'll be late coming home. I think I made a wrong turn in meeting Trent. I'm in some town. I don't know where I am, honestly."
Graceona sighed, as the sounds of her fingers beating rapidly against the keyboard could be heard. "Stay on the line, I'm tracking your location." After a few minutes, she sighed. "Found you. Why would you be meeting Trent on the outskirts of New York? Something's fishy about this entire ordeal, Leonard. You need to get out of there. You're in the town where people get murdered. Come back home, I'll help you make your plans."
I sighed. "Grace, you're overreacting. I'm not spoiling this surprise. I'll be fine. Just stay on the line with me if you're nervous."
She sighed once more. I could have sworn I heard her pinch the bridge of her nose. I heard a loud horn blaring then; darkness greeted me.
Graceona
"Leonard, what was that?" I waited for him to answer, looking at Nicolae who looked at me, concerned. I felt my heartbeat uneasy. "Leonard?"
I stood to my feet. "I'm going to go find him, Nicolae, could you?"
"I'll take the children, you be careful, Graceona." I looked at him. "Don't worry, they won't know anything." He placed a reassuring hand on my wrist. "I'm sure he will be fine."
I ran from the home, got in my car, driving towards the location revealing Leonard's whereabouts. I wasn't long in my drive until I saw a totaled car, a car I knew all too well to be Leonard's. I got from my car running to it; It trapped him inside. He lay unconscious in the driver's seat. I rushed to the trunk; the lock jammed. I ran to my car, getting the crowbar from my trunk, rushing back over to Leonard's car, busting through the window. The smell of fumes and gasoline showed the car's current condition. I used the crowbar to gain access to the inside of the car. After a short time, I got the door to lose, grabbing Leonard and drug him from the car. The sound of a gunshot rang out as I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. Then felt something strike the back of my head. I fell to the rough ground and through blurred vision; I saw someone dragging Leonard further into the town.
I felt as if someone held me down and heard laugher from behind me. "Don't worry, boss. Wade's gonna take real good care of your boy for ya. Then you're gonna get yer name out there just like ye wanted." Laughter rang out again. I clenched my fist, biting my lip. My vision became clear. I kicked the man behind me as he yelped in pain. I got to my feet, looking at him. "Where did they take him?"
"I don't have to answer to ye, ye don't pay my salary, city slicker."
"Tell me, now, you dollar general, scum of the slums. I may allow you to go to your dollar tree, washed-up version of Marilyn Monroe. Who I know is barefoot and pregnant with baby number seven, because you two enjoy doing the devil's tango one too many times." I got my gun from its holder, pointing it at the man's forehead.
"Geez, lady. The insult than the gun. Makes a man not wanna help ye out."
I grinned. "Very well then. Little Sue Anne is going to grow up to be daddy less, and little Barbara Sue will grow up without a grandfather." I pulled the trigger, shooting him in the stomach, running towards the town.