GRANDPA BELMONT
"Who are you?" I asked the young man currently carrying me fireman-style over his shoulder.
"My name's Raine. I'll be your kidnapper today."
"I'm not a kid."
"Your elder-napper then." He carefully put me into the backseat of a Rolls Royce and then walked to the other side and joined me in the back seat. "Would you like some water?"
"You're very polite for an elder-napper," I said. He twisted the cap on the water bottle. I heard the snick. So, the bottle hadn't been opened before. I accepted the water, but I didn't drink. "This isn't my first rodeo, sonnie. I know you can inject poison or melt sleepytime meds into a weak little plastic bottle."
Raine took the water, opened it, poured a little in the cap, and then chucked it into his mouth. "See? I'm willing to drink it."
"Fine. But only because I'm parched. It's not like I got a lot of years left."
"That's the spirit," said Raine.
"So where are we going?" I asked. I took a swig of water.
