Ally's Revenge (Part 1 complete, Part 2 in progress)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Damien

I had decided to follow her home, and I'm glad I did. Ally pulled up to her house and as she was pulling into the garage, I saw her upstairs bedroom light turn off. I drive past her house and park in the public river access next to her house. I jump out of my car, jump over the brick and iron fence, staying close to the hedge line so I stay out of site.

I didn't have to wait long....

I could see her going from room to room downstairs, flicking on a light in one room then turning it off and going to the next room. I didn't see any movement for about 45 seconds, then I saw the upstairs lights flicking on and off.

Suddenly the front door flies open, hitting the wall behind it and making a loud bang. The door is only about ten or so feet in front of me. A short man with dark clothes and dark hair comes running out.

I ran out of the bushes and straight for him. We hit the walkway hard, me landing on top of him, knocking the air from his lungs. I was as stunned as he was, I was expecting some sort of struggle, but he went down hard and stayed down, knocked unconscious by the impact and smacking his head on the concrete walkway. I quickly grab his legs and drag him into the bushes. I pull out my stash of zip ties and hog tie him just as Ally comes to the front door. She leans out the door; I can see she has a gun in one hand and her cell in the other, probably calling the police.

I obviously hid us well enough because she goes back inside after a moment and I hear the door lock.

Three minutes, maybe less, until police arrive.

I drag the unconscious man back the way I came on the property, lift him up and drop him onto the other side of the fence. The force of the fall wakes him up and he begins to struggle right when I jump down beside him.

Shit...I didn't tape his mouth!

"Who are you, who sent you?" I have to ask this twice since he is still dazed from the multiple falls.

'No one sent me you fucking asshole, I picked up the contract, just like you."

"The contract..." I didn't get a chance to finish my questioning: he somehow got out of the zip ties and got to his knife because next thing I know there's a huge blade at my throat.

You don't bring a knife to a gun fight, idiot!

I press my SIG P250 to his head and we have a good ole fashion staring contest.

"If I see you again I will kill you. Forget the contract, I've already collected." I know there is no way for him to verify this info for at least a day or two, so I know I'm buying her some time to figure out what's really going on.

I stand up and allow him to cut his zip tied legs and watch as he runs straight across the street and through the neighbors' yard. He must have been set up behind her neighbors house across the street because I had checked all the immediate houses on this street.

About this time, I see the first police car pulling off the main road and on to the adjoining street. Two more cars follow closely behind, the last car turning on Hendrick, the street one block before that runs parallel to Richmond St., where Ally's house is.

The two police cars pull into the driveway and Ally must have been watching because she meets them half way between the house and their cars. I can hear they are talking but I cannot make out what they are saying. There are four officers all together, three break away and head to the house, I'm assuming to begin searching, the fourth stays with Ally to get a statement.