• A man turned around. He was young, maybe small, but kind of cute. He tapped the shoulder of another man, who also turned around. This man had wavy brown hair and blue-green eyes. He was tall and muscular. In other words, totally hot. They started coming toward me and my captor swore. "Rich! Go get them." The other man got out of the car, smiling a completely fake smile.
    "Hello! Is something wrong?"
    "Yes," the short man answered. "We heard someone scream. Is there someone in your car?"
    I tried to say "Yes! Save me!" but my captor had my broken arm twisted behind my back, so all I could do was gasp in pain.
    "No, of course not! You must be mistaken."
    "We would like to check. This is New York. Can't be sure of anything around here!" the man grinned.
    "No. Cars are private."
    "But if you're not hiding anything, why are you so protective?" the short man stepped forward, and I have to say, he looked kind of scary.
    "Nope. I don't let ANYONE in my car," the other man growled. The short man ground his teeth and raised his fist, but hottie stopped him.
    "Please, we are with the police," he said in a low alto-tenor voice.
    "Yeah. I couple of college students are with the police. I'm going to believe that!" Rich scoffed.
    "Yes, you should. Here are the badges," hottie opened his wallet and pulled out a police badge, and a card."
    "Alexander Rusoe, eh?"
    "Yes. You can ask me any of the questions on the card."
    "Um, ok....What is your middle name?"
    "Julian. Named after my great-grandfather, who came from the UK."
    "Ok, another one to be safe. What is your favorite color of tie to wear to work?"
    "Orange, color of my old softball team, the Razors."
    "Ok, you're who you say you are. But my car is still private."
    "Just let us by, will you?!" the short man piped up.
    "Carl, cool it." Alexander pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on. He turned some knobs and looked in through the window. I knew he could see me. "You have a 6th grade girl in there. Sara Kenuru, to be exact."
    "No look here! You can't do that!"
    "Back off, punk!" Carl roared. He pushed Rich out of the way and opened the car door. My captor jumped out and hit him on the head.
    "Get away from my car! Rich!" Rich scrambled into the car and reved the engine. Carl tried one last time to save me, but my captor pulled out a hand gun and shot him, dead on. Carl fell over, his shirt soaking through with blood. Alexander raced toward him. He looked up as the car drove away. I had time to see him mouth the words: "I will save you." before the car rounded the corner.