Rain pounded against the window and thunder rummbled. "uck..." thought angie
as she stepped out the door. As hard cold rain brushed her cheeks angie
mumbled to herself "I really am t.... A dark figure loomed behind angie
towering over her Slowly turning a look of total, frozen fear raced across
angies face. A forceful gust of wind tore her hood off......
Pacing back and forth Rollie, for the fifth time, looked anxiously at his
watch. "Bloody hell" Stamping towards the door he thrust it open sticking his
head out. "Where..." In the distance he could see the flashlamps of a police
car. "oh god..." Rollie stepped out the door slamming to a close....
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Total and absolute darkness. Angie opened and closed her eyes. Nothing. Where
was she? Angie tried her best to move in the small dark space she was in.
Taking a deep breath caused her to sneeze. She then listend. thunk....thunk
thunk...thunk.... "Huh...I thin..." Her body was suddenly jolted. Angie's
heart beat faster as she relized where she was."A trunk!! I'm in a trunk!"
Shifting her weight angie began to feel around as best she could. Smart very
smart.. The trunk(at least she thought it was a trunk) was lined in thick
plastic covering any attemps to cut the wires of the tail lights. .... The car
stopped. Freezing, angie listened...heavy footsteps moved closer and
closer......
Rollie dashed towards the car. A very grim looking Mira stepped out. "It's
angie right?" Rollie looked at Mira with desperate eyes. Shifting her weight
and barely able to look into his eyes Mira spoke "Yes. We got a call this
morning to her apartment complex. Someone heard screams. When I heard it was
where angie lived I went over." Mira sighed "We found her keys...they..they
were stained with blood.....I'm pretty sure it's hers." Rubbimg his mouth with
the back of his hand Rollie let out a muffled cry....
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"What am I going to do?" angie's mind raced. The footsteps stopped. Hard
pellets of rain hit Angie in the face as the trunk opend. Letting out a scream
angie tried to jump out. "Oh no you don't." a voice laughed. Strong hands
forced Angie back into the trunk. "ulk.." her hands, weakly guarding her face
collapsed as a sharp pain and total darkness enveloped her.
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Mira, trying her best to ignore Rollie's cry, continued. "We found evidence of
the Satin...kidnapper" "The who?" "um, listen, lets get you inside so you can
get out those wet clothes. We can go down to the station afterwards." Rollie,
as if not seeing or hearing Mira, enterd the car. "Ok.I guess we're going
now." The station was quite and somber. "Ok,so,this is what we DO know..."
Mira motioned Rollie to her desk. "Killer. Not kidnapper." mummbled Rollie.
"UH?" Mira swallowed hard. "It's the Satin KILLER not the satin kidnapper! H-
he has these satin cutouts of flowers that he drops afer after he takes
somone." Rollie let out a yelp. "Th-th" Taking a deep, shuttering breath he
continued "The body is found in a garden surrounded by the flowers." "How?"
Mira looked surprized. She had hoped she could tell him the truth..later. "I'M
NOT STUPID MIRA!" Rollies fist slammed aginst her desk. "It's..sorry...its all
over the papers." "Well..um.." Mira sputterd. "So!" Rollie looked straight
into Mira's eyes. "How can I find her?"
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"Make sure it's nice and tight."
"Yeah-Yah. Oh-hh boyardee."
Angie felt as if her entire head was filled with hot lead. Her eyes were
covered and thick,heavy, rope was tied around her. Fear gripping her Angie
thrashed her body and let out a ragged scream. Hearing a soft laugh she
stopped.
"well,well sunshine! Welcome to the world!"
Angie kicked her legs in the air.
A high voice rang out "Yipp! Noooo use in trying to escape. Grrrrrreat one
said to tie 'em tight. Tie 'em. Tie 'em. Tie 'em T-I-G-H-T!!" A long peal of
laughter followed by footsteps faded away.
Angie didn't breath. Was she alone? then, she heard the soft laughter.
"My dearist plum. No use in thrashing about like a wild animal. My friend tied
those ropes tightly. He does as he is told, he is a good boy."
Angie's voice, broken by her screams, was barely above a wisper "Where am I.
Wha..."
"What do I want?You my dear. Only you."
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Mira shifted in her chair. Finding Angie was going to be next to impossible.
They had no leads, barely any evidence and no witnesses. "The Satin Killer"
had murderd four young women in the past two months. Every victim had been
taken from their homes. A small pile of flowers,cut from orange satin, had
been left at every doorstep. The flower cut-outs were always of rose heads.
Carefully written at the base of each and every "rose" were the words: "Hence,
the rose has fallen from its stem." Twenty four hours later the victim's
beaten body was found in a garden. Different gardens every time. Rose gardens.
Surrounded by fresh rose heads, the body was bound at the hands and feet with
rope -strangely, the rope had trace ammounts of rat feces embedded in the
fibers-. Minutes before being killed each victim had been poisoned. Worst of
all, every single victim had been killed by beheading.
"Unh?...Oh! Sorry.I was..sorry." Mira rubbed her eyes. It was going to be
tough telling rollie everything. Very very tough.
"Listen Mira..I want. I need you to tell me everything you know."
Mira felt she could get into trouble for what she was showing rollie but, she
didn't care. She wasn't going to show him the pictures of the bodies. One fell
to the floor. Rollie collapsed into the chair when he saw the picture. His
face pale white rollie threw his hands in his face and let out a terrified
scream.
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She didn't know what time it was or what day. She really didn't care. Every
inch of her body was in agony. Voice and his partner were staring at her. She
was sure of it. She heard them breathing and she always heard the "Head
Voice"- as she liked to call him- hum. He sang too. Not to badly either. Angie
shutterd as she felt cold air rush by her. She still couldn't tell where she
was. All she heard(besides the humming) was dripping water and, -to her utter
disgust- the squeek of rats.
"My dear!! We are going to get some food now. I hope you will like to eat a
peach."
"Sure." mummbled angie. Waiting untill she could no longer hear the echo of
footsteps angie worked at the rope, it had lossend a little and she felt her
wrist finnally move....
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Rollie shot up from his chair like a bullet."Yesss!"
"Bluey...call Dect. Sanchez...Tyler/fx" Rollie paced, glancing every so often
at the glow of his computer screen.
"Dectective Sanchez."
"I've found her!" Rollie smiled....
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Her fingers! Joy and hope filled Angie. The rope had loosend just enough and
now,sore, tired and sweaty Angie could feel as the rope began to slip past her
knuckles.....
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"You what?!!" Mira sat up.
"I found her...I really found her!!" Rollie laughed.
"Well..Tyler don't do this..tell me!!" Mira began to twist the phone wire.
"Ha. Sorry...I'm just."
"TYLER!!!!!"
Rollie took a deep breath. "Ok,ok. I scanned the pictures."
"What pictures. I didn't give you any pictures."
"very funny. Anyway, listen, each garden? Well they are all built above this
old sewer line. The same exact sewer line. Its number 689. The McKenzie
line,huh..'magine having some sewer line named after you?" Rollie smiled. "So.
You see 12 enterances lead into the sewer. Three of the enterances are at the
homes with those huge gardens. The homes where the bodies were found. The
other entrace? The only other one near a garden? Its at Wickland gardens.
Eight miles from your station."
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Angie let out a laugh. Her hand!! It was free!! It was free!! Finnally!! Angie
raised h....
""PRETTY PLUM!!! DEWDROP!! WHY You little..YOU THINK THat you can get AWAY!!
From me?"
Rough hands grabbed her sholders and Angie was thrown against a wall.
"Damn..Damn why didn't I work faster. Stupid, Stupid..."
"I see we are going to have to damage that soft soft skin of yours." "Head
Voice" wisperd in her ear.
Angie was angry. Very angry. Why did she have to sit like some fool? The rope
was tight..but not that tight. She worked with every modern device. And now
some simple stu...
"Ouch" Angie yelled."What do you..thUnn...Kkkk...Ywoir......"
Angie went limp. She no longer heard water, or rats, or the laughter..
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It was still raining. Rollie,his hair plasterd to his head, was crouched
behind a large hedge. For the past hour memories of angie had flooded him.
Rollie thought of how much Angie really ment to him. They were different but,
so much alike....Angie was companion,friend and family. Almost the only family
he had. Angie ment the world to him. Legs falling asleep, rollie shifted his
weight slightly...he froze. In the green glow of his night vison glasses he
saw the manhole cover move. A small head poked out and scanned the ground and
hedges. Slowly, carefully a tall slender man heaved himself out of the ground.
He then turned around, laid on his belly and reached down. The limp body of
Angie was pulled up. It took everything Rollie had in him to no rush out from
the bushes. Everything. Rollie held his breath. The man stood up cradling
angie in his arms. He them gently laid her down and was about to reach down
again when, as if given a cue the 50 men and women hidden behind, in front
above and below yelled for him to freeze.
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Rollie sat besides Angie's bed. Her hand, bandaged and bruised, was grasped
gently by Rollie. Head down, Rollie seemed almost asleep he had sat unmoving,
for the past seven hours. Her face swollen,her arms and legs pepperd with
stiches, Rollie could barely look.
Robert Pinkerton, as the man would be known did not freeze. Instead, he lunged
towards angie. Shots from every direction shot out... Robert Pinkerton A.K.A
The Satin Killer was,himself, killed on the spot. Rollie yelled.."Angie!!" he
had said her name thousands, millions of times but never, had it ment as much
to him as it did at that moment.
Rollie sighed....had he felt that? Looking into angies face, hope rushed over
him. he squeezed her hand and he felt, ever so faintly as she squeezed back.
He watched as her eyes slowly opened.
"Angie??" Rollie gently brushed her hair from her face ...Ange?!!"
"Rollie?" Angie turned her head "Why are you crying?"
