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Who said anything about your baby. But good you mentioned it. I was going to punch you in your stomach; now I won't. I'll cut you instead, he laughed as he held the knife to her chin.

Okay, what do you want to know? she said.

I want to know, where exactly in the store it will be held. I also want to know how many guards there will be. Also camera positions and number. Then I want a diagram of all the wiring in the room and the security codes.

My God I don't' know any of that information she thought. I really don't know any of that, but if you let me go, I will see what I can do.

Again he laughed. Good try, but pathetic. I suggest you think about it a bit more because if you really don't know anything, the best you can hope for is a painless end.

Again she was cast into darkness when he switched off the light. She tried to think what she knew about security.The problems was, it wasn't something they did at the store, it was outsourced to a specialist company, and she really did know nothing about it.

Think, darn well think girl, she told herself. What have you noticed down here? What is there that can help you? Blank walls, a chair, a light and nothing else. Nothing else at all.







Radley and Leon stood in front of Tyra's front door and knocked loudly. There was no reply. I don't know what to do now Leon. We've rung her and knocked on her door. If she's inside surely, she would have answered.

She went to work at the usual time. Behind them, a door had opened. It was Mrs. Smith; she was the eyes and ears of the building. When she'd heard two male voices echoing on the staircase, she was curious and decided to see what all the fuss was about. She took some flowers that a foreign looking guy left on her doorstep last night and went to work at the usual time.

What did the foreign guy look like? Leon asked.

Blonde, tall, well built and wearing an expensive suit. He parked up down the road in a red Ferrari.

Sounds like the same man that was at the store this morning, Leon told Radley. He was blond, and there was a red Ferrari in the street.

Alright, let’s go back to the store. This man was client wasn't he? Radley asked.

Leon nodded. Yes, Tyra sold him some jewelry. In fact a few hundred thousand dollars worth.

Well, in that case, we'll have his details at the store. Anyone spending that kind of money has to fill out a form stating that the funds used were legal funds and declared to the IRS.

Back at the store, Radley went through the paperwork until he found the name Dima Asarov.







When Sergey pressed the light switch, nothing happened. No light. It must be the bulb he thought; she's tied up. He went outside and rummaged around in the garage. He found a bulb and grabbed a torch.

What the hell..... he shouted when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He dropped the torch and bulb and put his hands to his neck.

Tyra spun the piece of wood in her hand as fast as she could, and the cable on the end of it did what she wanted. It tightened beautifully around his neck. She gritted her teeth and wound as hard as she could until there was no more play in the cable. Standing behind him, all she had to do now was hold on until he dropped to the floor, but he wasn't so willing. He bucked and tried to throw her over his shoulder, and when that didn't work, he tried to stamp on her feet. Her strength was running out fast, and he was still struggling. He battered against her, but she held on. In desperation, she gave the wood a third of a turn more. Come on girl, she muttered, hold on. She let out a cry of effort as she pulled the wood to breaking point. Suddenly he stopped struggling and began to make a hideous noise. When he slumped to the floor, she told herself to keep the wire tight. He may be playing dead. But he wasn't.



When she finally let go, she dropped to her knees and picked up the torch. She shone it on Sergey and noted that his face was purple. As she was about to stand up, she heard someone on the stairs. She picked the piece of wood up from the floor and stood against the wall. When the man came into the room, he saw Sergey on the floor and a torch shining into the far corner of the room. Tyra lunged forward and hit him as hard as she could with the piece of wood. There was a sickening crack and a cry.

Dima? she asked.

Yes, shit that hurts. Good, she, thought. And this is for being an ass, she said as she hit him again on the upper arm.

Stop, stop, for heaven’s sake, stop. He grabbed the wood and pulled her to him. She tried to break free, but he held her against him.

I'm sorry, so sorry. I didn't plan any of this. This was all Sergey's doing.

Then how did you know I was here? It's a bit of a coincidence isn't it, you turning up like this so suddenly? She landed a blow to his shin with her shoe, but he still held onto her.

Stop struggling. Mr. Samuels called me and told me you hadn't showed up for work. He was worried about you. Somehow he knew we were friendly, and he wondered if I knew where you were. She tried to break free again. He put his head to her neck and inhaled her scent. I have missed you so much. I'm sorry, I know I can't ever make up for it, but please believe me when I say I have fallen in love with you.