Part 5 - Steve
Bill and I had kept a low profile for the last two months. But we were getting a
little antsy and we needed to strike again.
It was his idea about the mother and daughter and the Mall parking lot. However,
the idea of the twin beds with their heads stuck in a closed box was my idea.
Bill actually built the box and added many useful features. But enough of this
sibling rivalry, I love my brother and am very proud of him.
We pulled into the mall parking lot in our van with the tinted windows. First
thing we did was figure out the routine of the Security guy. It turned out he
drove around the lot on a fixed schedule. We started driving around looking for
a mother and daughter combination entering the mall. All right, we had no way of
knowing they were truly mother and daughter. It could have been mother and
stepdaughter or even two unrelated females of different ages. We wanted two
females who appeared to be mother and daughter. We got lucky. Christine and
Joanne pulled into a parking space where the adjacent space was empty. When they
entered the mall, we parked beside them. I got out and followed them into the
mall. I was well disguised of course.
I stayed in touch with Bill by cell phone. I am good at surveillance. They
shopped for about 90 minutes then went to the food court and got a sandwich.
They finished that and headed back to the car. I alerted Bill who readied the
stun guns.
If there had been anyone near enough in the lot to see what we were going to do,
we would have called it off. There's always another night. But we were lucky and
no one was close enough. Bill had two well-charged stun guns ready when I got
back to the car right ahead of the women. He hid on the passenger side where the
girl would be. We covered our faces. I was behind the sliding van door. We had
our hands off cell phones in communication. I heard Bill say go. I slid the van
door open, shot the mother in the back with my stun gun, grabbed her and yanked
her into the van. In half a second, Bill threw the daughter into the van and we
slammed the door shut. We first tied their hands behind their back then taped a
sleep mask over their eyes. We put a hard rubber gag in their mouth and tied it
tight behind their head. Then for insurance purposes, we put a heavy canvas sack
over their heads. Finally, a cable tie secured their feet. It had gone
perfectly.
I pulled out of the parking lot and we drove back to the farmhouse, never
driving one mile over the speed limit.
