"We have to do something," Jamie whimpered to Julie. "Call for help or something."
"I don't think we can," Julie said.
The maid (who they now knew was not Sylvia, but rather a thug named Danny Hoffman) spun around and looked at them. "What are you bitches talking about?"
"Please. Please, just let us go," Julie pleaded. "I'll give you anything you want."
"Oh, I know you will," he said, with a grin.
Julie hated that smiled, especially when she saw it on the face of her maid.
It had been at least an hour since Danny revealed himself and then kidnapped the two of them, bringing them both back to his tattoo parlor. They had no idea where they were, since Danny put them both in the trunk of the car (the one that Julie drove home in from the restaurant earlier) and also since that while they were in the trunk, they were also out cold.
Julie looked over at the dead guy that was covered with tattoos. Upon their arrival to the tattoo parlor, Danny yelled out in shock, which woke the two of them up. Apparently, the dead guy was Danny. Or at least, it looked like Danny. It was actually Sylvia, her maid.
Danny put the phone back up to his ear. "No, no. I'm still here." He paused, listening. "I need to know if you've heard anything from Wagner. No?" He paused. "Well, he stopped by here and ..." He paused again. "What does he look like? A black pregnant woman, actually." He paused, then laughed. "Yeah, that is some twisted joke, huh?" He paused for a little longer. "Yeah, I'll be here. But I'm not alone. I got me a little fun," he said, peering over at Julie and Jamie and smiling at them.
His two hostages exchanged worried glances.
"Son of a bitch!" Detective Alec Bartlett yelled, slamming on his brakes. He was just randomly driving through the neighborhoods when he spotted one of the prison escapees. He was actually searching for Peter "The Nazi" Wagner, but finding this guy was almost as important. Rex Turner had somehow eluded capture. But not for much longer.
As Bartlett jumped out of his car and ran towards the guy (who was running himself, towards one of the houses on the street, actually), the thought did occur to him that this might not have been Rex, but instead someone who had swapped places with him. But it was still important to capture him nonetheless. If it was someone else, he could at least figure out what Rex Turner looked like now, which would make him easier to find.
"Hey!" Bartlett yelled out.
Rex (or someone who looked like Rex) turned around, looking surprised, right before the detective tackled him.
