Insubordination
Copyright© 2010 by RPSuch
Chapter 6
Richard Taylor pulled alongside the Atlantic station. He went inside and came out with the key to the men's room.
We pulled up behind him and I got out of the van and followed him into the men's room.
He handed over the key to the rig. I took out a notebook and asked him for the security codes and procedures.
"You don't want us caught, Rick," I reminded him. "Don't leave anything out and please speak slowly."
My writing is illegible. My printing can be read if I do it carefully. It's especially important when I'm writing down numbers. One mistake and we'd set off an alarm.
I asked him to review my notes to make sure I got it right.
While he was reading it I took some rope out of my gym bag.
"It's okay," he said, handing the notebook back to me.
"I'm going to tie you up and put on a gag. If one of the gang comes in to check on you, I don't want them to worry you could get away and mess this up. I didn't tell anyone else the details of our discussion, so if they get worried about you, they'll kill you. I don't want that to happen."
He nodded his understanding.
I indicated he should turn around so I could tie his hands behind him. "When we've secured the load, I'll come back and release you. Your family will be fine."
"I don't want you to hurt them," he said.
"I don't plan to. By the way, don't ever talk to anybody about this. My word you can count on. If the other guys find out you talked, they won't take it well. They will kill you. What they do about your family would depend on what kind of mood they're in. You really don't want to risk that."
"How can I be sure they won't hurt us anyway?"
I indicated he should sit on the toilet in the stall. I started to tie his feet. "They don't get violent for no reason. The only contact you'll have with them is if you talk."
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