If we find her alive, I’ll kill her myself

The door banged open. ‘She’s gone!’

‘Who?’ Bobowski asked looking up from a ball game.

‘Who do you think?  Mini-Bitch.’

‘Fuck.  Where …’

‘How the hell do I know!’ Hardy said snatching up a red phone.  ‘She’s gone … I’ve searched the house and grounds … Okay, but she’s not here … I’ll call back.’

‘Well?’

‘He wants to know if she’s slipped out to meet a boy or she’s been kidnapped.’

‘Either way we’re fucked,’ Bubowski said.

‘We’ve two minutes until he tells the senator and hits the panic button.’

‘If we find her alive, I’ll kill her myself.’



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