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Chapter 16
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THE CHAPTERS
“So
Chet,” Joe Hardy grinned across the cafeteria table at his friend later
that week, “is Jill invited to your party tonight?”
Chet
blushed, thinking about Jill Shaw and her purple hair meeting his very
conservative parents. “I
asked her to come out of the sincere kindness of my heart, but
fortunately for me, she declined!”
“Who
declined what?” questioned Callie Shaw as she sat down beside Frank.
Frank repeated the brief discussion.
“I’m
really not sure what to think of Jill these days,” Callie sighed.
“She’s been so nice all week!”
“I
still don’t trust her,” Vanessa Bender added.
“I feel like this is the calm before the storm.”
“Well,”
Joe smiled at his girlfriend, “whatever she’s up to will have to
wait. We’ve got a hot party
to attend tonight!”
“Where
is Jill today?” Luke Martin asked, joining in the conversation.
“I
called her house this morning to see if she needed a ride,” Callie
replied, “but Aunt Jessica said Jill was sick.”
*
* *
“Captain
Lucas says it will go down tonight,” Grease spoke into the telephone.
“Everything is ready, Jill.”
“Great!”
Jill smiled on the other end of the phone line, “I am so ready for
this! Captain Lucas will be
pleased, I get promoted and Bayport is history!”
“I’ll
call you later with all the final details,” Grease said, enjoying
Jill’s enthusiasm. “Pack
your bags, baby! Once Hardy
is taken care of, we’re outta here!”
*
* *
“Get
hold of Pratt,” Mark Perry ordered, “Its going down tonight.”
“No
problem,” replied Raphael Jackson.
“Dan’s ready. I’ll bring the drug with me.”
“We’re
meeting on
*
* *
“It
won’t be long now,” the man said out loud as he peered into the
nautically decorated bedroom.
He
smiled as he pictured the blond teenager in his mind’s eye.
Very soon, the boy would belong to him.
Everything was in order. It
was only a matter of time.
*
* *
Later
that night, Joe picked up Vanessa and the couple headed for the Morton
farm on the outskirts of Bayport.
The
big farmhouse was warm and cozy, welcoming the cold teenagers.
Joe hung their coats on the hooks inside the back door and led the
way to the living room where laughter could be heard.
Chet
welcomed his friends and the group spent the evening playing games and
eating Mrs. Morton’s delicious pie, ice cream and hot chocolate.
Several
hours later, Joe reluctantly stood up and stretched.
Vanessa took his cue and rose to her feet as well.
“Sorry
we can’t stay longer,” Joe addressed Chet, “but I’ve got to get
up before the sun tomorrow.”
“The
‘Challenge Race’,” Iola Morton signed with her hands, remembering
that Joe had told her about it earlier in the week.
“Yes,”
Joe replied, giving the dark-haired girl a warm smile.
He bent down and kissed Iola’s cheek, then waved goodbye to Chet
and the other teens in the room.
“I’ll
go warm the van while you say goodbye,” Joe suggested to Vanessa,
walking out the back door. Vanessa
nodded and gave Joe a smile.
Twenty
minutes later, Joe was pulling his van to a stop in front of Vanessa’s
house. Joe walked Vanessa up
to the porch. In the warm
glow of the porch light, he gently kissed her goodnight.
24
hours later…
Joe
Hardy’s head hurt. He felt
as if a thick, warm blanket was wrapped around his brain; everything was
so fuzzy; fragments of memories fading in and out.
…The
porch light flicked on, bringing a soft chuckle from Vanessa.
“Think
your mom is trying to tell us something?” Joe remembered saying.
“I
had fun tonight,” Vanessa smiling…
…
turning defensively and feeling a fiery burning prick.
His head swimming and the world tilting precariously as he pulled
a tranquilizer dart from his neck…
…waking
up…
the horror of watching the coffin lid lifted.
Recognizing what he was lying in, and feeling his heart hammering
wildly in his chest…
“He’s
trying to come out of it.”
Joe
heard a voice, but couldn’t distinguish it.
“How
many doses of Metabast was he given?” the voice questioned.
“Five
or six,” came the reply in a different voice.
“I’m
concerned,” the first voice stated, “That’s a lot of the
tranquilizer in his system. It
may take a while before he’s fully conscious.”
“There
are no permanent side effects to worry about,” was the response.
“He’ll be fine in a day or two.”
Joe
wanted desperately to find out where he was and who was speaking, but the
drug running through his blood stream was keeping him prisoner.
Joe finally stopped fighting and gave in to the darkness once
more.
“Rest,
young one,” the man softly said, staring at the still youth on the bed.
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