As Darius pealed out after the van, he reached down and fumbled for his ankle holster to pull his Beretta free.  It probably was illegal for him to have one, but he then reached under his seat for a silencer he had there.  A souvenir from his police days that he'd never gotten rid of.  Only half keeping his eye on the road, he then threaded the silencer onto the gun and laid them on the passenger seat so he could devote all his attention to finding the blue van.  But as he returned his eyes to the road, Jane jumped out in front of him.<br/><br/>"SHIT!  I don't have time for this," he cursed, as he blasted his horn at her, startling her enough that she jumped back, giving him just enough of an opening to get by.  He'd probably screwed up his relationship with her as a result.  But in the confrontation, he'd lost sight of the van.  He knew the longer it took to find the girl, the greater the likelihood she'd never be found.<br/><br/>In desperation, Darius headed for the area of the city reputed to be the center of slave trafficking, assuming that was where the kidnappers were taking Selena.  And sure enough, there was the van in front of him, waiting at a traffic light.  He pulled into the other lane and alongside it.  Fortunately, the driver of the van had his window down too.  Which was perfect, as the driver glanced at him and Darius nodded a casual response.  And then raised his silenced Beretta and shot the man in the head.  The engines of the two vehicles drowned out the pop.  When the driver slumped forward, he cleared Darius's line of sight to the passenger, who looked at his accomplice, puzzled.  And then for a split second over at Darius and his gun.  Another pop and he was dead as well.<br/><br/>Darius scrambled out of the truck and limped to the back of the van, gun ready in case there was a third kidnapper.  But when he pulled open the door, all there was was a hooded and hogtied bundle of fear on the floor.  He lifted the trembling girl in his arms, causing her to let out a muffled scream.  He murmured softly into the hood, "Don't worry, Selena.  I'm here to help.  But I'm not going to be able to untie you until we get far away from this neighborhood.  Can you be brave until then?"  The girl let out a soft mew.  And then nodded her head.<br/><br/>It was probably not the best way to return her daughter to her.  But Darius had no way of knowing who was watching when he killed the slavers and snatched the girl from the van.  Or whether they had the ability to follow him.  So when he pulled up in back of Mama Garcia's Market, he had to ignore the anger of Mrs. Garcia long enough to get that bundle of fear out of his truck and into the safety of her store.  He let the mother help him untie the girl, which placated Mrs. Garcia's anger a bit. And once she held her daughter in her arms once more, the lady's anger melted away.  "How can I ever repay you?"<br/><br/>"By telling no one of my part in her rescue," was his reply.  It didn't exactly set well with Mrs. Garcia.  She loved to talk about "heroes".  But eventually, she nodded her agreement.<br/><br/>"So what do we tell the cops?" Manuel asked.<br/><br/>"Tell them that you found her left at your back door."