I live only two blocks away."This evening surely had taken an unexpected turn. We didn't talk much for the 7 or 8 minutes it took us to reach Alfred's...apartment."Ah, she's still up," Alfred said. "The light is on, up there on the second floor."As we entered his apartment Alfred didn't say anything, and soon we heard her voice from the living room: "Alfred, is that you? Alfred?" Yeah, it's me," he said, as he entered the room."But where have you been?" she asked."Where I've always been on these. . It was signed “Witherand”. Looking closely at the paper, I thought I could see a bloodstain - it seemed that Anita didn’t go easily.Carol took the paper from my hands and read it. “You can’t go alone - you know it’s a trap!” She exclaimed.“Yeah, I know. But I have to go - I can’t risk Anita being hurt.” I replied. I reached out with my senses to her. It was like I could feel she was there, but she wasn’t responding to me. She must be unconscious, I thought.“I’m calling the crew,” Carol said,. ”“Load these two in the back of the SUV. Lets go get our money from that redneck tonight, then let’s get out of this sewage pond,” Al Barrow told his men. He went back to P.T.’s vehicle and waited while they the rest of them loaded up and pulled out. Al started out of the cemetery and felt the flat tire on the right front. He jumped out and sure enough, it was flat. He grabbed his phone and dialed his Uncle’s cell number. The cellphone beeped and he looked at the display – no signal. They were. Her black hair appeared soft and straight. It fell past her shoulders to her upper back. She looked to be in her early twenties with a slight build."It's okay now. They're gone. You'll be fine. I've got plenty of time. I'll take you home, or anywhere else, if you like. Where do you want to go?" I asked.Through her sobs, she answered. "I don't know." She then burst into a full-blown cry. The tears flooded down her face.I put my pistol away, locked the glove box, and lightly placed my hand on her.