Chapter 262: Saviours, Part 20

James

None of us speaks through our journey. We know what we’re doing, what our intentions are.

And this time, it is almost certainly a question of rescue. What are the chances of Charlotte escaping again? Resourceful though she is….

A worry nags at me. I lean back to Richard in the rear seat. “We are sure this is the right place we’re going?”

“Will said that the gunman was anxious to ‘be helpful’,” he replies. “He knows he’s up for twenty to life. It’s a question of how comfortable he’s going to be for most of the rest of his future. He insisted apparently, that if the underground hideouts are off the menu, this is where they would take the women.”

I suppose I have to be satisfied with that for now. In any case, we’ll soon know.

Would Charlotte and Beth’s abductors choose something so close out of bravado? To throw us off by misdirection? Thumbing their noses at us? A last ‘fuck-you’ parting shot? Could the gunman taken from the hotel fire have even been sure that….