Bend Me, Daddy

Enzo

Derek Jonak was staying at a ritzy hotel in downtown Los Angeles under an alias. But I knew his face, and within two hours of arriving Tristan and I were following him toward Pasadena. "He's pulling over."

"I got him." For someone who was trying to stay under the radar, Derek's bright yellow rental car stood out like a beacon as he pulled off at a Whole Foods and went down into the covered parking lot. Or maybe he wasn't trying to hide. Maybe he had actual business here and was too fucking full of himself to realize who he was messing with when he took a girl like Sera. Maybe he thought he was above any kind of punishment because he made so much money. But money wasn't going to save him this time. I didn't care jack shit about his wealth. No amount of money would make her any less important to me.

I pulled in behind him and waited until he parked, then slowly pulled the loaner SUV up in front of his car so it would be directly in his path. Turning on the blinker, I pretended to wait for a space to open up.

Derek locked his car, checked his hair in the reflection of the window, then walked toward the side of our vehicle.

"Not yet," I told Tristan as I watched him approach from the corner of my eye. "Not yet...now!"

Opening the back door from where he was crouched on the floor, Tristan grabbed two handfuls of Derek's sports coat and dragged him into the backseat. "Got him. Let's get out of here," he said over the shouts of injustice coming from our new passenger.

I was already driving away as Tristan reached over our guest and pulled the door shut. My hands shook with the urge to turn around and wrap them around his throat and squeeze until his face turned purple and his eyes popped out of his head. But that wouldn't help me find Sera. Between his shouts for help, I heard the soft click of a bullet sliding into the chamber.

In the rearview mirror, I saw Derek stiffen, his eyes on the barrel of the gun three inches from his face. "What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck are you?" Even with the threat of a weapon, he still sounded like a pompous asshole. "Here you go." I tossed Tristan the zip ties I had on the passenger seat.

"Turn around and give me your hands," Tristan told him. His voice was deceptively calm, and much more frightening than if he had yelled.

"Tell me who the fuck you are," Derek ordered. "This is kidnapping. And assault. I have people who'll be looking for me. You're both going to spend the rest of your lives in prison for this."

"You'll find out soon enough," Tristan told him. He was deliberately keeping his attention off of me. "Now turn the fuck around or I'm going to shoot you in the head and splatter your brains all over that window." Always blunt and to the point, Tristan stared him down.

It only took a few seconds before I saw Derek give and turn around so Tristan could secure his hands. "Thank you," Tristin told him when he was finished. "Now do me a favor and sit there and keep your mouth shut, and you might actually make it all the way to our destination alive."

The destination he spoke of was to head east out of the city on a lonely stretch of the Angeles Crest Highway. Somewhere along the way, I was going to pull off the road and interrogate this fucker until he told me who he'd given Sera to. And then I was going to rip him apart with my bare hands and bury the pieces.

Surprisingly, he did as Tristan asked, keeping his mouth shut even as Tristan searched his clothes. He smashed his cell phone and threw it out the window. Any identifying cards he kept. Throwing them out the window would only lead the authorities to what would be left of his body.

"Are you going to kill me?" Derek asked.

Neither of us answered.

"I have money," he told us. "Lots of money. Just tell me your price and I can get it for you."

Again, we kept silent. He tried a few more times before he realized he wasn't going to get a response from us, nor could we be bribed. When he finally understood, he started to sweat, his eyes skittering crazily around the interior of the SUV as he tried to find another way out of his predicament.

We'd been driving for about an hour or so when I pulled off the road and drove down a narrow dirt road hidden between the trees. The area we were in was hilly and covered in trees and scrub brush, providing an easy way for us to get out of sight and hearing range of anyone traveling along the road. While we drove, the searing anger I'd felt had burned through my blood and left only cold ashes behind. I was calm. Collected. And focused on the job ahead.

Tristan dragged Derek out of the car as I pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, then I got out of the car and walked around to the back and opened the hatch. Inside were plastic trash bags, a large plastic drop cloth, and more zip ties. I pulled out the bags and the sheet of plastic and left the zip ties. Let him run if he was stupid enough. I would hunt him down like an animal and rip him apart with my teeth.

When I came around the side of the car, Tristan already had Derek on his knees in the dirt near a large rock. Large enough for us to use as a table as I separated him from his fingers, one by one. I dropped the roll of trash bags and unrolled the drop cloth near the rock. Didn't want to leave any DNA anywhere for the feds to analyze if they happened to come across this spot.

"What are you doing?" Derek asked.

I ignored him, placing rocks on each corner of the cloth to keep it from rolling up. When I was finished, I turned to face him. "I'm giving you one chance and one chance only to answer this question before I torture it out of you. Where is Sera?"