VINCE

I park my car at the parking lot of my condo and start walking the short distance to my door when I am approached by two men wearing a ski-mask.

'You must be Vince Lorena"

W-who are you?" I ask taking a step backwards.

Before I know what's happening one of the men hit me on the head with the bottom of his gun, covered my face with a black handkerchief and dragged me into a waiting car.

I've can't tell how long I've been out cold. It's probably been a a ...