Gisborne had no intention of letting this one go, and he wondered did he just put him in the system and let them take care of him? Or did he use this to his advantage?
There was an old warehouse down a few blocks. Perhaps he cuffed him to a bike rack or some other sturdy piece of metal he couldn't break free from. Get his buddies off the trail, say he escaped and then find a place to store him. This was his victim. He'd either beat the shit out of him or see if he could make him remember just who he was.
Guy pulled out his cuffs and shackled one wrist. "I think you are a senile old bastard---and I intend to rattle that useless brain of yours."