The Duster pulled up in front of the little house in the middle of the junk yard and smoke was already beginning to pour from the hood, the kidnapper jumped from behind the wheel and left the car running as he ran in. He grabbed a large olive green duffel bag and began to shove random items inside of it. He went to the bedroom and grabbed a handful of shirts out of a drawer and then under the shirts he found a Ziploc bag full of mushrooms and a paper bag full of money. He then opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out a hand gun and a small wooden box full of trinkets and shoved the box in the duffle and the gun into the back of his jeans. He walked through the living room realizing that he would never be able to come back to the only place he had ever called home again and the anger began to come to a boil pushing him to swing the duffle bag by its handle knocking down first an ancient tube television then every plate off of a shelf on the wall, finally grabbing a china cabinet and crashing it down onto the dining room table he had eaten at for over 30 years. He then made his way to the kitchen and removed another set of keys from a hook by the back door and walked out the door and across the yard to an old Jeep CJ5 with no top or doors and threw the bag into the floorboard, cranked the Jeep and drove through the back of the property and then out into the desert landscape. He watched as a cloud of smoke rose from the Duster covering the house in a thick grey darkness that the officers would have to occupy themselves with for some time while he made his journey away from the property.