“I saw him pull a card from nowhere. He has to be one,” Garth heard an unfamiliar voice as he came to. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain on the back of his head while walking to his car after one of his shows. He realized he was tied to a chair. Despite opening his eyes several times he saw only darkness. He felt fabric against his cheekbones and eyebrows; Garth guessed he was blindfolded.
“Where am I?” he asked. “What do you want?”
“You’re safe,” the same voice said from Garth’s right. “Inconvenienced at the moment, but safe. We have a question for you.”
“You couldn’t have tweeted me?” Garth asked with a voice full of annoyance. He did not know who kidnapped him or why; but, he had been working in show business for almost 30 years. He had no problems picking amateurs out of the crowd no matter the profession. He only heard one man’s voice but he sounded in charge. The unknown voice trembled with doubt.
“We needed to make sure you don’t take any time do deliberate your response. Answer as fast as you can; without thinking. Ready?”
“Sure,” Garth shrugged as much as he could with his hands tied behind the chair.
“What’s your favorite number?” the voice asked. Garth forced out an obnoxious laugh before answering.
“72, everyone knows that,” he forced out more laughter to rub it in their faces. “It’s on my website.” Garth turned his head; if he wasn’t blindfolded he’d be looking up at the man that spoke. “Is that all you wanted to know?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” the man screamed at the top of his lungs; Garth turned away and did his best to keep his ears away from the sound. He did not manage it very well. The screaming stopped then Garth heard a heavy thud hit the floor.
“I’m sorry for wasting your time, Mr. Stone,” a woman’s voice said from directly in front of him. “When you wake up you’ll find a generous Booking fee as compensation for your evening to help you forget any of this ever happened.
“When I wake-” Garth’s question was interrupted by a sharp pain on the back of his head.