Mac and Danny were both in the lab starring at the computer screen.
‘Mala, Jack Mala? It can’t be’
‘I went down to have a look at Sid’s records and there’s a DNA match.’
Suddenly Mac’s phone rang, ‘Taylor….Really?.....Thanks for letting me know.’
‘What’s up Mac?’
‘Erm ballistics just called…my bullet got a match…The gun was registered.’
‘Weelll who owns it?’
‘Erm Jack Mala! This is no coincidence Danny that scene this morning was trap but how d….’ Mac’s phone rang for the second time within 5 minutes, ‘Taylor….Ok…just put it in my office I’ll go take a look.’
‘Danny I got to go and have a look at something and call you in a bit.’
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Stella opened her eyes and found herself on the bed again with Jack Mala looking at her, ‘Finally, I didn’t know if you were going to wake.’
‘Who are you?’
‘Why should I tell you Stella?’ He laughed thinking he was smart, ‘Don’t worry sweetheart I’m not going to make you guess. My names Jack, Jack Mala.’
Stella froze she knew that frightful night would come back to bite her.
‘You look scared sweetheart, did I say something wrong?’ Stella tried to look away but Jack grabbed her face, ‘Shouldn’t I be the scared one, I mean you have already proved that you can kill a Mala brother!’
‘What do want with me?’ Stella asked again but she didn’t really want the answer.
‘Did that punch cause you to loose your memory sweetheart, I told you earlier I am going to get revenge, and you need to pay for what you did!’ Jack stood up and pulled Stella off the bed onto the cold concrete floor. He kicked her hard in the ribs severely times causing blood to spill from Stella’s mouth. ‘Your dear boyfriend Mac should have found his little package by now… and I’m off to prepare my second!’
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Mac walked into his office and found a brown package on his desk. He sat down put on some gloves and began to open the seal.
He found a single lock of curly hair, a note and a photo. Mac froze as he looked at the hair there was no mistaking it was Stella’s. He looked at the photo it was a picture of him and Stella curled up in each other in each others in his bed; Mac could tell that the photo had been taken with a high tech camera on the bridge near his apartment. He turned his attention to the note and read the contents.
Hello, Detective Taylor.
By now you will know that I have your precious Stella. You will also know who I am; I didn’t attempt to use a gun that I hadn’t registered and also know that I would have left some prints on that lovely car of yours. I’m not writing this to you because I want a ransom but because I want a little fun while I have my revenge! Don’t worry you’ll hear from me again and I might send you a few more presents if you’re lucky. I haven’t decided yet if you will see Stella alive or not it depends on how well she behaves.
I hope you’re looking forward to hearing from me again!
J. Mala