Chapter 6

Finding Amber

     James kicked The Man in the side of the head, and then again in the ribs, and didn't stop until The Man laid still. "Fucker," he said, then spit on him. He looked around the dark room, and walked over to the coat rack, his gun was in the inner pocket of the wool coat. He grabbed it and stuffed in down the front of his pants, He turned to return to the man, but he was gone.

    James backed away into the darkness, away from the ambient lamp light, and bumped into a stairwell. He felt for a banister and slowly walked up, the old wood creaked slightly, he skipped a few steps and stood silently at the top. He crouched and walked into a room on the right with no door, a window about ten feet away illuminated the small room with moonlight.

"Hello? is, is someone there?" said a scared feminine voice.

James froze when he heard the whisper, it scared the shit out of him.

"Help, help me..Help me out of this chair," she pleaded.

    James scuffled further into the room, the woman in the chair was about twenty five, petite, and although she appeared well dressed, her feet were bare and dirty, and her clothes were soiled. Her hair was short, but tussled, and makeup ran down her face. James finally got to her, and checked her bonds, she was only tied to the chair at the wrists. He looked around, and saw a shard of glass on the floor, he picked it up. "What is your name?" He asked the woman. "I'm Amber, who the fuck are you? are you friends with that man?" "No, I'm not his friend. He murdered my wife and son, and another woman right in front of me as I watched, we have to get out of here before we end up the same way. Let's get out of here."

    James showed her the shard of glass, she nodded, he then sawed at the tight rope binding Amber to the chair. "Thank you..." she started. "James," he added.

"Now lets be quiet, The Man is one tricky motherfucker."