“You don’t have any choice,” Oscar said, sounding angry at the delay. “Put your phones on the ground.”
Reluctantly, they both did.
“You, Red, put the cuffs on your boyfriend first. Not in the front, but in the back.”
“I can’t twist my shoulder back that way,” Fisher said. “Your cousin shot me in the shoulder.”
“Do it,” Oscar said.
“Just shoot me. Go ahead and get it over with. I can’t pull my injured shoulder behind me.”
“Do it in front then,” Oscar growled.
She hoped Fisher wasn’t hurting as much as he was acting like he was and instead had a plan. She went ahead and cuffed him. He groaned as if he was in serious pain even though she cuffed his hands in front of his body.
“Now, Boyfriend, do the same to your girlfriend.”
Fisher began cuffing her hands in front and Oscar said, “No, wiseass. Was she shot too?”
They could have pretended his friend had hit her when he was shooting down on them when they were on the ledge below the cliff, or even before they took him into custody, but it was a little late for pretenses.
She felt just like she had the other time this had happened, except she wasn’t knocked out with chloroform and she was glad for that.
“Get in the back seat of your car,” he said.
“What about the boy?” Kira didn’t trust Oscar to do what was right.
“Get in the car,” Oscar ordered. He was in charge, and he didn’t like them questioning everything he was doing.
She knew Oscar had a gun on him, though it appeared he had it in his jacket pocket.
“Come on, let’s do it.” Fisher and she climbed into the back seat of the car.
She eyed the boy and wished she could give him a hug like she had done with Billy and tell him everything was going to be alright, even though she didn’t know that it was going to be.
Then Oscar pushed the boy in through the driver’s seat and once he was in the front passenger seat, Oscar got behind the wheel and drove off. “Okay, who the hell are you two?”
They couldn’t say that they were with the USF, not in front of the boy, though he wouldn’t know what it was.
“We’re law enforcement special agents,” Kira said. “You, your cousin, and your friend are wanted for the kidnapping of several boys. We handle cases like yours.”
“So you didn’t just run into us accidentally in the national park?” Oscar asked, sounding surprised.
“No. We were following you.”
“You’re like us.”
“Yep. But we can’t discuss it in front of the boy,” Kira said.
Silence.
“Where are you taking us?” Fisher asked.
“Where are they taking my cousin?” Oscar asked, not answering Fisher.
“To Houston,” Kira said.
“Why?”