Don't Scream

Chapter 72

Brian punched off the phone. Dean came over.

"She OK?"

"Sure. She is great," Brian said.

"You?"

"I am fine."

"Hmmmm. I don't know why I asked. Brandon leaves us a G.I. Joe this time, Dark hair, blue eyes, big muscles. A bullet hole in his chest."

Brian glared at him. "Don't even think about it." He warned.

"Son." Dean said and the address took Brian by surprise as much as the hand Dean laid on his shoulder, "The game has changed. Brandon is targeting you now, and you are walking out here bent on a massacre with your heart all tied in knots. I don't have any choice but to pull you out___"

Brian's phone rang. He looked at it and knew. Dean knew too, and cursed.

"Did you find the gift I left you?" Brandon asked.

Brian ground his teeth. "We found her. And the doll. I see you have decided to take on a man for a change."

"Just a little detour. And how fortunate that killing you will only heighten Sarra's suffering, too. I get the impression she has grown rather fond of you. Tell me Fuller when you are driving inside her, does she make that wonderful little sound, from down in her gut, every time you strike her womb___"

"Shut the fuck up."

Dean cursed beneath his breath, and Brandon scolded. "Now, now. Insulting me is no way to keep me on the line long enough for a trace. Didn't they teach you that in Quantico?"

'Say what you wanna say."

"I went to the mall to get you another gift since you liked the first one so much."

Son of a bitch.

"Did you know what easy targets women are when they are shopping? Especially when their kids are with them. They get distracted. Its like taking candy from a baby..."

"You are lying," Brian's gut clenched

'So I have a woman and her daughter. They will be at the park waiting for you."

Jesus, Maybe he wasn't lying. "What park?"

"Under the oaks. Look in a culvert on the south end. Six thirty."

"That is two and a half hours from now. If you really have someone I want them now."

Brandon chuckled. " You know, My grandpa always said. "Want in one hand and spit in the other. See which one gets full first."

"Are they alive?"

"For now."

"What is there names? Let me talk to the mother."

"No. You will have to just take my word."

Dean waved his hand, pointing at his watch, reminding Brian, unnecessary to keep talking. Another few seconds and they might be able to pin point his location.

"Oh, Fuller," Brandon said. "Let me save you the trouble on the trace. I am at the mall. I will be leaving through the north east exit, nearest to the food court Dumpster. Shall I tell you what kind of car I am in now. I dumped Mrs Paisly's Lexus? Nah. That would take the fun out of it."

He was gone.

Dean filed orders into his phone, sending a team to the mall. but everyone knew Brandon would be out of there in thirty seconds, Driving some new woman's car with her  and her daughter tied up in the back seat as hostages.

Or maybe the woman and the daughter were already at the park.

Or maybe they were dead...

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