Chapter Six of A Reporters Nightmare

    

     Aragon woke up to find that his pickup was empty and that he had been tied to everything that couldn’t move. When he had fallen forward he had cracked his head and knocked himself out.

     He tried to wiggle himself free of the ropes but they were tied to tightly. Aragon saw that some of the glass from the broken window had fallen onto the seat, only a few small chips but hopefully enough to cut the rope.

     Moving carefully he grabbed a shard of glass and winced as it sliced his hand. He maneuvered the sharp end to the rope and began sawing. The rope was very thick and it was strong. Unfortunately, it had come from the back of his pickup and he preferred only the best of ropes.

     Finally he cut through the rope and yanked his hands apart. The rope loosened enough for him to slip his hands out. He started to open his door but it was locked and if he opened it the lights would turn on.

     The hole in the back window was rather large and it had been enlarged with the bumps on the road. Aragon carefully removed the glass shards until he was able to crawl out.

     A dim light shown from somewhere and muted voices echoed. Aragon knew the best thing to do would be to start his pickup and get away, but Smoky had his keys.

     So Aragon moved to the danger.

     He heard the men saying stuff and yelping in pain. Aragon moved quietly until he was just outside the unit. He saw Smoky was shoveling dirt at a frantic pace while the other two men carried crates to the edge of the hole. Aragon wondered why the floor to the storage unit was dirt.

     Smoky stopped and stretched. “Baxter you take over the shovel, I’ll go check on Gates.”