#Chapter22
Rohypnol has done its work. The man Robbie Visser has succumbed to the drug administered in his morning coffee, and is now loaded into the back of the Land Rover, without a care in the world, Juliana feels no pity for the man, as she catches herself wondering how often the filth has used the drug for his own sick depraved needs in the past and smiles thinking that life is indeed strange, for the wheel always turns, and now here he is, at her mercy, and the only mercy he can hope for from her, comes in the form of a razor sharp blade, which she will willingly give.