"Ten Mistakes" part three

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

This one is shorter, but it seemed the logical place to break.  Let me know how you like, or dislike it and why!  Thanks.

 

“Ten Mistakes”

 

Part Three

 

***Nick***

 

After what seemed an eternity, Nick pulled into the gas stations lot.  He’d hoped to find Greg, sheepish and shy, with a dead phone and a dead battery.  No Greg, no car.  Where’d he go?  Why hadn’t he used the pay phone to call in?

 

Scanning the ground, Nick found evidence of someone tearing out of the lot at high speed.  Two someones. He pulled out his camera to document the tread patterns.  As he began snapping, he heard a commotion from behind the station.

 

“We got a male D.B.!  It looks like the trooper!”  Brass called out.  “The cruisers gone, and his sidearm.”

 

“I found tire tracks haulin’ ass out of here,” Nick stated.  “I’m pretty sure one set is the cruiser.  I’d be willing to put money on the smaller set being Greg’s Jetta.  They head out East of here.”

 

Warrick started back towards the vehicles.  “Let’s follow the yellow brick road.”

 

“Hold up,” Brass interjected.  “Somebody’s got to stay here with the body until the coroner comes.”

 

“Greg’s out there somewhere, depending on us!”  Nick protested.  “I feel awful about the trooper, man, but he’s gone!  I need to make sure that Greg stays alive!”

 

“Okay, okay.” Warrick soothed.  “I’ll stay, you and Brass go.”

 

Brass exchanged a look with Nick, confirming the arrangement.  Without another word, the two headed for Brass’s car.

 

***Greg***

 

Greg snapped out of his doze, flailing wildly for a moment.  Where was he?  Oh, yeah.  His own little piece of heaven.  He heard a scrap, followed by cursing. 

 

“You in there somewhere kid?  You gotta be in there.  Ain’t no other place for you to be.”

 

Shit, shit, shit.  Greg tried to control his racing heart; fearful somehow it would give him away.  He wanted to move farther into the dark recess behind him but knew movement would reveal his position.  He struggled to remain still.

 

“You’re pretty slick, I’ll give that to you.  You knew I couldn’t follow you in.  You didn’t quite figure out how you were gonna get back out, now did you!” 

 

Greg’s panic threatened to run away with him when he realized the scraping noise he had heard was Big Scary closing the rusted gate, inch by inch.  He was trapped.

 

“Once I get this closed up, kid, I’m gonna pile up some rocks in front.  If you are in there, you’re gonna stay there.  Or, you could just show yourself.  We could get to know each other a little better.”

 

The laugh following that ludicrous statement sent shudders through Greg.  He’d take his chances in the closed up cave, thanks.  But why hadn’t Big Scary used the trooper’s gun?  Limited bullets, sure.  He probably expected to face tougher resistance than Greg down the road.  God, don’t let him hurt Nick!

 

It was growing steadily lighter.  He could see the silhouette of the man outside the gate.  He’d have to risk some movement soon.  There was a rock fall a few feet back, carefully Greg shrank back behind it.

 

“See you around, kid.  Or not!”

 

More cruel laughter.  Yeah, what a comedian.  So.  If no one were able to trace his movement to this cave, he’d die of exposure or thirst.  Either way, it was all going to end here.  Okay, hiding in here wasn’t his best choice.  Call it mistake number seven.  There was nothing else he could do until someone else arrived outside.  He’d just have to wait, give the team time to process the evidence.  He trusted that they’d find him.  He might as well just go back to sleep for just a little while.  He wasn’t feeling quite as cold now, just kind of numb.  His eyes drifted shut, and he slept.   

 

***Nick***

 

Nick felt sick.  Looking at the twisted ruin that was Greg’s car, he knew Greg hadn’t walked away without injury.  He’d followed the trail of a large person, presumably the killer, from the cruiser to the wreck.  Other then some blood spatter on the airbag, there was no sign of Greg.  The rocky floor of the ravine was making it difficult to pick up tracks. 

 

“Here!”  Brass shouted.  “He started up the embankment here.”

 

Nick hurried over from the car to where Brass was pointing.  He could see the shoe scrapings, and knew Brass was right.

 

“Where do you think he was heading?”

 

Nick thought that over.  “There are caves all through here.  Maybe he’s holed up in one?”  He sounded more hopeful than sure.

 

“Yeah, maybe.”  Brass didn’t even sound all that hopeful, but he was willing to put in some climbing if it meant nailing a cop killer.  And maybe, just maybe getting Greg back in one piece.

 

“So.  We go up?”

 

“We go up,” Nick confirmed.

Comments

[wojo62.livejournal.com]

Another great chapter!

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[indelibility.livejournal.com]

Greg *supressing urge to wail obsessively* You're getting very good at this whole suspense/cliff hanger game that I suffer from so much. I can't wait to see more now! You sure know how to keep people hooked XD

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

I'm enjoying it ever so much more than the first one. That one almost gave me an ulcer. Now, well, I'm not as worried about looking like an idiot. I either get it right or I don't. You all will tell me, and I'll go from there! There are just two chapters to go. Hang in with me.

[barush.livejournal.com]

hope they'll find Greg before something happens to him:)
I really like it, keep it up:)

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Are you getting used to my bizarre style of writing?

[barush.livejournal.com]

I've never said it was bizarre:) but yeah, actually I'm getting used to it:)
and I really like the plot, I'm a sucker for Greg angst lol I'm curious what happens next.

[laureen.livejournal.com]

*sniffles* Need... more... *mutters* Tease. *anxious to find out what happens next*

[rabidfan.livejournal.com]

Thank you! More is coming!