Officer Green looked up as the tall guy appeared. He moved slowly down the stuffy corridor and the cheap prints on the wall. The nurses and doctors hurried from room to room; there had been an accident. The stranger moved unnoticed—there was something hypnotizing about him.
Somewhere in a van on the street, someone shut down the security cameras.
Money quickly shifted hands.
Officer Green smiled. The guy was creepy, but he sure as hell paid well. He'd soon be able to buy that boat.
The room had as much personality as the rest of the hospital. The floor was grey and the walls dull to look at.
A patient was cuffed to the bed. He'd been badly beaten.
The tall guy smiled. He even appeared to be proud. He gave Officer Green the sign to release the patient from his cuffs.
“Run,” his voice rumbled into the patient's ear. “Run, or I’ll fucking kill you on the spot.”
The patient crawled out of the bed. He tried to scream, but he lacked the ability to produce a sound. His eyes were swollen, and it was hard to see anything. His thinking was distorted. The last thing he remembered was driving his truck.
He staggered out into the hallway.
The tall guy brought a fist to the officer’s face, leaving him unconscious on the hospital bed. He followed the scrawny human patiently down the bleak corridor. If anyone interfered, he'd make them regret it.
He shoved the bewildered idiot into an elevator and ushered him out of the hospital and into the street. The patient looked drunk as he wobbled down the sidewalk.
A dark van pulled up next to him, hitting him with the side mirror. He fell forward and lay there in the dirt, still as a corpse.
Pathetic, the tall guy thought as he picked the body up and tossed it into the van.
“Where are you taking me?” the patients asked with a trembling voice.
The tall guy played with the patient’s hair. A little rise at the corner of his mouth created a sinister smirk. “The barn,” he said.