Rain pounded against the window and thunder rumbled.
        "uck..." thought Angie as she stepped out the door. As hard cold rain brushed her cheeks Angie mumbled to herself "I really am t.... "
        A dark figure loomed behind Angie towering over her, slowly turning, a look of total, frozen fear raced across Angie's face. A forceful gust of wind tore her hood off.

        Pacing back and forth Rollie, for the fifth time, looked anxiously at his watch.
        "Bloody hell." Stamping towards the door, he thrust it open, sticking his head out. "Where..." In the distance he could see the flash lamps of a police car. "Oh god..." Rollie stepped out, the door slamming to a close....

        Total and absolute darkness. Angie opened and closed her eyes. Nothing. Where was she? Angie tried her best to move in the small, dark space she was in. Taking a deep breath caused her to sneeze. She then listened.
        "Huh... I thin..." Her body was suddenly jolted. Angie's heart beat faster as she realized where she was. "A trunk!! I'm in a trunk!"
        Shifting her weight, Angie began to feel around as best she could. The trunk (at least she thought it was a trunk) was lined in thick plastic, covering any attempts to cut the wires of the tail lights.

        The car stopped. Freezing, Angie listened... heavy footsteps moved closer and closer......

        Rollie dashed towards the car. A very grim looking Mira stepped out.
        "It's Angie right?" Rollie looked at Mira with desperate eyes.
         Shifting her weight and barely able to look into his eyes, Mira spoke
        "Yes. We got a call this morning to her apartment complex. Someone heard screams. When I heard it was where Angie lived I went over." Mira sighed "We  found her keys... they... they were stained with blood..... I'm pretty sure  it's hers."
         Rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand, Rollie let out a  muffled cry....

        "What am I going to do?" Angie's mind raced. The footsteps stopped. Hard pellets of rain hit Angie in the face as the trunk opened. Letting out a scream, Angie tried to jump out.
         "Oh no you don't." A voice laughed.
        Strong hands forced Angie back into the trunk.
        "ulk.." her hands, weakly guarding her face, collapsed as a sharp pain and total darkness enveloped her.

        Mira, trying her best to ignore Rollie's cry, continued.
        "We found evidence of the Satin... kidnapper"
        "The who?" Rollie stared at Mira
        Mira rubbed her hands. "Um, listen, lets get you inside so you can get out those wet clothes. We can go down to the station afterwards."
        Rollie, as if not seeing or hearing Mira, entered the car.
        Mira shook her head "Ok. I guess we're going now."

        The station was quiet and somber.
        "Ok, so, this is what we DO know..." Mira motioned Rollie to her desk.
        "Killer. Not kidnapper." mumbled Rollie.
         "UH?" Mira swallowed hard.
        "It's the Satin KILLER, not the satin kidnapper! H- he has these satin cutouts of flowers that he drops after after he takes someone." Rollie letout a yelp. "Th-th" Taking a deep, shuttering breath he continued "The body is found in a garden surrounded by the flowers."
        "How?" Mira looked surprised. She had hoped she could tell him the truth... later.
        "I'M NOT STUPID MIRA!" Rollie's fist slammed against her desk. "It's... sorry... its all over the papers."
        "Well... um.." Mira sputtered.
         "So!" Rollie looked  straight into Mira's eyes. "How can I find her?"
 

        "Make sure it's nice and tight."
        "Yeah-Yah. Oh-hh boyardee."
        Angie felt as if her entire head was filled with hot lead. Her eyes werecovered and thick, heavy rope was tied around her. Fear gripping her, Angie thrashed her body and let out a ragged scream. Hearing a soft laugh, she stopped.
        "Well, well sunshine! Welcome to the world!"
        Angie kicked her legs in the air.
        A high voice rang out
        "Yipp! Noooo use in trying to escape. Grrrrrreat one said to tie 'em tight.Tie 'em. Tie 'em. Tie 'em T-I-G-H-T!!" A long peal of laughter followed by footsteps faded away.
        Angie didn't breath. Was she alone? Then, she heard the soft laughter.
        "My dearest plum. No use in thrashing about like a wild animal. My friend tied those ropes tightly. He does as he is told, he is a good boy."
        Angie's voice, broken by her screams, was barely above a whisper "Wheream I. Wha..."
        "What do I want? You my dear. Only you."

        Mira shifted in her chair. Finding Angie was going to be next to impossible. They had no leads, barely any evidence and no witnesses.

        "The Satin Killer" had murdered four young women in the past two months.Every victim had been taken from their homes. A small pile of flowers, cut from orange satin, had been left at every doorstep. The flower cut-outs were always of rose heads. Carefully written at the base of each and every "rose" were the words:

        "Mira... Mira... MIRA!" Rollie shook Mira's shoulder roughly.
        "Unh?... Oh! Sorry. I was... sorry." Mira rubbed her eyes. It was going tobe tough telling Rollie everything. Very very tough.
        "Listen Mira... I want. I need you to tell me everything you know."
        Mira felt she could get into trouble for what she was showing Rollie,but she didn't care. She wasn't going to show him the pictures of the bodies. One fell to the floor. Rollie collapsed into the chair when he saw the picture. His face pale white, Rollie threw his hands in his face
and let out a terrified scream.

        She didn't know what time it was or what day. She really didn't care.Every inch of her body was in agony. Voice and his partner were staring at her. She was sure of it. She heard them breathing and she always heard the "Head Voice", as she liked to call him, hum. He sang too. Nottoo badly either. Angie shuttered as she felt cold air rush by her. She still couldn't tell where she was. All she heard (besides the humming) was dripping water and, to her utter disgust, the squeak of rats.
        "My dear!! We are going to get some food now. I hope you will like toeat a peach."
        "Sure," mumbled Angie. Waiting until she could no longer hear the echo of footsteps, Angie worked at the rope, it had loosened a little and shefelt her wrist finally move.
 

        Rollie shot up from his chair like a bullet.
        "Yesss! Bluey... call Det. Sanchez... Tyler F/X." Rollie paced, glancing everyso often at the glow of his computer screen.
        "Detective Sanchez."
        "I've found her!" Rollie smiled....

        Her fingers! Joy and hope filled Angie. The rope had loosened just enoughand now, sore, tired and sweaty, Angie could feel as the rope began to slip past her knuckles.....

        "You what?!!" Mira sat up.
        "I found her... I really found her!!" Rollie laughed.
        "Well... Tyler don't do this... tell me!!" Mira began to twist the phone wire.
        "Ha. Sorry... I'm just."
        "TYLER!!!!!"
        Rollie took a deep breath. "Ok, ok. I scanned the pictures."
        "What pictures. I didn't give you any pictures."
        "Very funny. Anyway, listen, each garden? Well they are all built abovethis old sewer line. The same exact sewer line. Its number 689. The McKenzie line, huh. 'magine having some sewer line named after you?" Rollie smiled. "So. You see 12 entrances lead into the sewer. Three of the entrances are at the homes with those huge gardens. The homes where the bodies were found. The other entrance? The only other one near a garden? Its atWickland gardens. Eight miles from your station."

        Angie let out a laugh. Her hand!! It was free!! It was free!! Finally!!Angie raised h....
        "PRETTY PLUM!!! DEWDROP!! WHY you little... YOU THINK that you can get AWAY!! From me?"
        Rough hands grabbed her shoulders and Angie was thrown against a wall.
        "Damn.. Damn why didn't I work faster. Stupid, Stupid..." Angie's mind raced.
        "I see we are going to have to damage that soft soft skin of yours." "HeadVoice" whispered in her ear.
        Angie was angry. Very angry. Why did she have to sit like some fool? Therope was tight... but not that tight. She worked with every modern device. And now some simple stu...
        "Ouch" Angie yelled. "What do you.. thUnn... Kkkk... Ywoir......"
        Angie went limp. She no longer heard water or rats or the laughter..

        It was still raining. Rollie, his hair plastered to his head, was crouchedbehind a large hedge.

         For the past hour, memories of Angie had flooded him. Rollie thought of how much Angie really meant to him. They were different, but so much alike.... Angie was more than companion, friend and family. Angie was the light of his lifeand she meant the world to him.

        Legs falling asleep, Rollie shifted his weight slightly... he froze. In thegreen glow of his night vision glasses, he saw the manhole cover move. A small head poked out and scanned the ground and hedges. Slowly, carefully, a tall, slender man heaved himself out of the ground. He then turned around, laid onhis belly and reached down. The limp body of Angie was pulled up. It took everything Rollie had in him not to rush out from the bushes. Everything.

        Rollie held his breath. The man stood up, cradling Angie in his arms. He thengently laid her down and was about to reach down again when, as if given a cue, the 50 men and women hidden behind, in front, above and below yelled for him tofreeze.

        Rollie sat besides Angie's bed. Her hand, bandaged and bruised, was grasped gently by Rollie. Head down, Rollie seemed almost asleep, he hadsat unmoving for the past seven hours. Her face swollen, her arms and legs peppered with stitches, Rollie could barely look.

        Robert Pinkerton, as the man would be known, did not freeze. Instead, helunged towards Angie. Shots from every direction shot out... Robert Pinkerton A.K.A. The Satin Killer was, himself, killed on the spot.
        Rollie  let out a blood curdling scream "Angie!!"
        He had said her name thousands, millions of times, but never had it meant as much to him as it did at that moment.

        Rollie sighed.... had he felt that? Looking into Angie's face, hope rushedover him. He squeezed her hand and he felt, ever so faintly, as she squeezed back. He watched as her eyes slowly opened.
        "Angie??" Rollie gently brushed her hair from her face ...Ange?!!"
        "Rollie?" Angie turned her head "Why are you crying?"