Mike Dixon

face in the wing mirror. A moment later the door flew open.
„Freeze!‟
Barry confronted her with a handgun. She‟d not seen the
weapon before but had no doubt it was real. Then the rear
door opened and another gun appeared.
„Keep quiet and do as you‟re told.‟
The order was delivered with precision. There was some-
thing frighteningly professional about it.
„Get into the van, darling.‟
The second voice belonged to Barry. Janet wasn‟t fazed
by him. But the other man worried her. He showed every
sign of being far more competent. When the opportunity
came she would neutralize him – then take out Barry. She
dropped her head and began to snuffle.
„What are you doing? Are you police?‟
„Move!‟
„I‟ve not done nothing.‟
She grasped her hands together and shook violently.
„You can have me if you like. I don‟t mind. You can do it
to me. I‟m sexy … if you want.‟
„Shut up!‟
„Please don‟t hurt me.‟
„Get into the van!‟
Janet climbed into the rear and was handcuffed to a
seatbelt anchor point. Barry got in after her, gun in hand.
The van pulled off and he leant forward.
„We‟re going to take you to a little party, darling.‟
Janet stared at him – face distorted in terror.
„You‟re going to meet your friends, darling.‟
„I need a fix,‟ Janet shook uncontrollably. „Please let me
have a fix.‟
Barry prodded her with his foot.
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