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repeatedly but her pursuit of freedom went nowhere. She was forced to stand there, bound and un-gagged for his pleasure to beat into screams of terror and pain.
    When he finally tired he stepped away, backed up and told her he was going to go have breakfast now, but he would be back later. He made that promise as if she wanted him to come back. In silence her eyes closed in defeat. This was his heaven. This was her hell.

Chapter Three
    Lt. Takahiro Nakamura stood in back of his team watching with his Captain as the Pinal County Sheriff gave them an update on the situation. The atmosphere in the room made him feel like he was gearing up for a war. Judging from that video it felt like he was. The heavy guy didn’t seem all that coordinated but the skinny guy did. It was like he had some type of training. Or maybe he just knew what he was doing because he had done it before. Takahiro shook his head mentally thinking of the poor woman somewhere here in Arizona, but nobody knew where.
    Thanks to the older neighbor the police had gotten a head start on the forty-eight hour missing rule. But had the twenty-two year old blond living next door decided to give the cops the USB with the footage from his security cameras before they came knocking on his door they could have gotten things out sooner. That snot nosed kid had heard the police sirens, seen the flashing lights, and simply gone to check his camera footage. Instead of offering a look to the investigating officers he preferred putting it up for sale to a near tabloid news station that broke it first. That was the only way they knew about the footage because the cops hadn’t gotten around to checking to see if any of the homes had cameras in action yet. They were too busy trying to gather evidence.
    “This video has gone global. There isn’t a station out there not covering this, and it’s online so it has coverage. In a way that’s a good thing, and in a way that’s a bad thing.” Sheriff Kroger said.
    Takahiro understood the bad part because if these guys were watching television then they knew that the state exits were now blocked with access only being granted after a check. Hell this thing had gotten attention faster than anything and Takahiro knew why. It was election year and the Mayor, the Governor and everybody else with pull was fighting for attention and votes. None of them, he and his team, doubted that had things not escalated as fast as they did with the media attention and the worldwide view of it that this wouldn’t be an all state quest.
    The FBI got called in quick, and that alone was unusual because most people liked keeping them out. They weren’t on point, but they were doing the background check and trying to clean up the camera footage to see what they could get while a far too annoying profiler tried to profile the attack.
    This was a Black-Indian woman and it’s not like anybody was gung-ho about calling out the brigade for “black” women. Takahiro didn’t need a crystal ball to know this response was all political, but he would admit he was glad it was. His team was front in center for their area and all S.W.A.T. personnel across the state had been alerted to the possibility that they may be needed. They were focusing on the Valley and the eastern portion of the state, but they weren’t going to drop the ball—not when people were watching from America to London, to Spain, to Turkey and beyond.
    “We are treating this like a search and rescue, but we all know the more hours that tick by, the less likely her chances of being alive.”
    “Understatement much,” Takahiro mumbled.
    “I know,” Javier Santiago mumbled back. The Latin short guy was one of their best to get in through a ceiling entry because of his size, but he was one heck of a shooter too. Dark hair, dark eyes and darkened coconut skin made him great at hiding in plain sight even without gear. Add the black cloak of uniform to it and he was an in, take the shot, get the