chapter 36

Donnie led the way through the sewers to the nearest manhole up to the surface and Jules followed. Hurriedly hid himself in the shadows of the wall, as Jules finally emerged from the sewers and placed the cover back in place. "Donnie, where are you?"

"Over here." he answered. Jules looked to him, dressed in his disguise. "Obviously the large trenchcoat." Donnie sighed and said. "Better find vivian. What salon did vivian go to?" Jules didn't answer, led the way to the last location. It didn't take long for Jules and donatello to arrive to the salon. Hiding amongst the crowd, listening while donnie hid the alleyway near by as they arrived to the salon as it was cut off with police which seem suspicious as how could the police arrive so quickly.

Listening to the witness that gave the statement of what had occured. Waited until the witness walked away from the officer, and approached the woman. "Excuse miss, could you give me information of where did my friend may had went please." Jules requested, showing the photograph of vivian.

The woman looked at the photograph and to Jules as she answered. "She was grabbed by a tall, pongy guy. Bald with blue eyes."

"In which direction did they go?" jules asked. The woman pointed toward the east. "That way."

"Thankyou." Allowing the woman to leave then vanished in the nearest alleyway, where she found vivian's phone. Picking it up, found it was cracked. Useless to access and quickly looked around herself before climbing up the fire escape to meet donatello.

"According to the witness, vivian was taken toward the east." Jules explained, sharing the information she retrieved. And handed the phone to donatello. "It is not enough to go on. She could be anywhere." Donatello said, fearfully worried.

"Don, we will find her." Jules assured. "He better hope, we don't find him. I will beat his ass, if he hurts her." Donatello deeply hissed, with worrying fear. Jules sighed and agreed. "I will help you, as I do hope he don't hurt her either."

Meanwhile, waiting in the living room by the fireplace. The doors opened, heavy footsteps entered and the door closed behind them. Leaning forward and smiled. Seeing vivian onconscience as she was held over his shoulder. One order given, obedient nod. Vivian was taken upstairs to the room, throw on the bed with her hands handcuffed behind her back and head covered.

Walking out, closed the doors and locking them. Jonathan was finally pleased. "Well, now what?" he asked. "Now, you can go out get some wine for me." Shoving a hundred dollar bill in his shirt pocket.

"Alright."

Raising his eyes, smugly smiled and sat down. Happily drank his whiskey as he thought about what he will do next.