Itwas pitch black inside as I opened it. I moved inside closing it behind me,not wanting to disturb other hotel guests. I heard you catch your breathvery softly, then nothing. You had to have seen me. My big silhouette in the doorway. I waited,but it was so dark my eyes could not adjust. And I couldn't wait muchlonger. I stepped carefully forward, dropping the bag on the floor, thenmy jacket on top of it. Both noises seemed to shake the silent house. I finally reached the bed, and put my hand out. Gripping a leg underthe covers, the room filling with the sound of your loud gasp. I fell forward, crushing you with my weight. Somehow I found my handslocked around your wrists, but you didn't struggle. "Wendy?" Swallowing before you can answer. "Yes Daddy," I grinned in the dark. It was you, and you wanted it...wanted me. I ripped off the covers, and there you were. Panties first, off in onetear. Then your shirt. They were old, frayed, I'd told you notto wear anything you. Shit! A small panic fob rested in his palm.“You’re too late, Lightfoot. They’re on their way. You can’t get away this time. Where’s the Hollister girl?”Infuriated at my lapse - I should have remembered the fob, I slammed my fist into his cheek. Russell’s head snapped back smacking against the wall with a loud thud. The whites of his eyes showed. He slumped. I let him fall limp to the floor and raced out.Running out the front of the building, I turned towards the Peugeot. As I reached it, in the distance, two black Suburban SUVs tore around the corner.“Get your seatbelt on,” I ordered Callie, starting the car. Five seconds later I tore out onto the street with a squeal of rubber and floored the accelerator, the tach hitting red before I up-shifted into second gear.Watching the rear view mirror, my fears were confirmed; the Suburbans passed Russell’s apartment building giving chase.Another gear change and we were barreling down the narrow residential street at over eighty kilometers an.
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