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"Now, very calmly go over to the door. I'll shoot you in the legs without even thinking about it. Close the door, and we can sit down in the living room and talk."

Randy obeyed. After they both sat down, Dave said, "OK, now. What is your name?"

"Jack, Jack Martin."

"OK, Jack. We are going to leave here. Are you a policeman?"

"No."

"OK. We are going to go out the back way. At this point, I will kill you if you make any kind of move to get away. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Randy noticed that this guy was awfully intelligent in his demeanor. He had large brows and facial features, but his mannerisms were a bit feminine. He was probably an exceptionally dangerous person if he was doing this. Kidnapping was still a capital offense.

They walked out the back and through a couple of back yards, slowly, to Dave's car. Inside the car, Dave strapped Randy's hands down to the seat belt receiver with nylon ties. He drove toward Austin and pulled off onto a state highway stopping at an old-style outdoor motel. Inside the room, Dave called Sante Fe.