Dante woke up to Ric yelling his. His left hip and shoulder were screaming with pain and his left leg sat at an odd angle.
“Did you get her?” Dante asked Ric.
“Oh, thank God! You’re alive! No, damn it, they took off in the van after ramming your car out of the way, but I think I know where they’re going. Katie held up her bank card in the back window as they drove off. I think they’re taking her to the bank.”
Dante watched as Ric reached across him and grabbed the cell phone that was sitting in the seat next to him.
“Dad?” Ric yelled while holding his hand on a large cut on Dante’s leg, trying to stifle the bleeding, “No, they’re heading to the bank. Katie held up her credit card. I think it was her International Bank Card. She was trying to tell us where they were going.” He waited. “Yeah, okay, send an ambulance to our location. They rammed Dante’s car – No, he’s awake – broken leg, possibly his shoulder.” His conversation was choppy, as he answered his father’s questions.
“Don’t worry about me,” Dante said, trying to make his voice sound stronger than he felt. “Just get Katie.”
“They’re getting her, just relax, an ambulance is coming.” Ric leaned over him and Dante felt more pressure on his hip until he almost screamed with pain.
“Sorry, I’ve got to stop the bleeding.” Dante watched as his brother’s face started to fade in front of his eyes, just before everything went black.