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you won’t shoot me.”
    “No one wants to shoot you; we just want the hostage released.”
    “He’s lying,” he said.
    Williams looked over at him with fevered eyes.
    “What?” 
    “I said he’s lying.”
    “What do you mean he’s lying?”
    He smiled as he shifted to the balls of his feet.
    “I’m not a hostage.”
    Nine seconds later, he exited the elevator while dragging Williams behind him, as a group of cops gawked on in open-mouthed wonder.

TAKEN! F – THE SLASHER
    (The events in TAKEN! F took place in 2004)
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    D avid Robert Haines AKA The Roadside Slasher followed the blonde into the bar and took a seat in the back, but not so far back that he couldn’t see the dance floor from where he sat.
    The place wasn’t packed, the area was too rural for crowds, but the bar was busy and out on the floor several couples danced away to the music pouring out of the speakers.
    Haines keyed in on his prey while she grinded away to a Latin beat on the dance floor.
    She’s perfect!
    The woman may have been one of the college kids that frequented the bar, or, more likely, a recent graduate. Her long blond hair was luminous beneath the overhead lights and her lithe body spoke of youth and fitness. The woman’s breasts were full and firm, while her legs were long and tanned. Blue eyes sparkled with life and happiness from a beautiful face that radiated joy.
    Haines smiled as he studied her. She truly was perfect, just the type he loved to kill.
    Her shoes had decided her fate.
    While the high heels were stylish and a vibrant red, it was neither their style nor color that drew Haines to them, no, it was the fact that they perfectly matched the woman’s dress, nail color, and even the ribbon in her hair.
    Haines stared at the woman’s feet, lusting after her shoes the way the men around her lusted after her body.
    He walked back out to the parking lot, and although it was early October, the night was warm and humid.
    He took the coat hanger from the front seat of the car he’d stolen off a used car lot, and used it to jimmy open the driver’s side door on the vehicle that the woman had arrived in. Once he had it open, he pulled on the hood release, relocked the door and closed it.
    A moment later and he was working on the linkage to the gas pedal, insuring that the girl’s ride home that night would end prematurely.
    The bar was the only place open for miles around, as the surrounding area was mostly farmland. With the alteration he was making on her car’s fuel delivery system, the girl would be lucky to make it two miles before the vehicle stalled, and given the sparseness of the area’s population, there would be no one around to offer help.
    But he would be there, oh yes he would,
    The sound of a car door opening and closing came from nearby and Haines jerked his head up so fast that he smacked it on the underside of the open hood.
    As he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head, he searched the parking lot and saw no one nearby. The only people in sight were the couple kissing by the bar’s entrance. He then gazed into each car but saw nothing, and with a shrug, he went back to work. When he was done, he let the hood drop shut and then sat in his stolen vehicle, waiting.
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    T he girl left the bar just after midnight.
    Haines had spent the time smoking pot and reliving his earlier kills. He had killed nine women over a two-year period and all of them had been young. Haines was aptly named, The Roadside Slasher , because his victims had been slashed to death on various rural roadways throughout the state.
    Haines thought the back roads the perfect killing ground.
    While others brought their victims into their homes where forensic evidence would be left behind, Haines killed out in the open. Once his victim’s car was disabled, he’d pounce on them and drag them off into the nearby woods
    After having his fun, he’d clean himself