*****

James

The message from Charlotte’s abductors…

Finchby…

Baxter…

… replays in my head…

Marsh Street under Barnbridge Road overpass 9pm

Bring the money

No police. No other people or she dies

If late she dies. So does the baby

Brandy and rage burn inside me.

The bag containing the ransom money swings heavy in my hand. I'm the decoy and at some level, I know I may not come out of this alive. Klempner's Kevlar vest gives me a little comfort, but it’s the fury inside that warms me against fast falling temperatures.

I should be afraid…

But I’m not.

Jade-Eyes…

My beautiful Jade-Eyes…

Your gift to

my Virgin, we have

her, robbed her of what she deserves. None of it her fault, she has simply been

I change any

No. Nothing.

the dire situation she’s in, imprisoned in her cell, racked

coming for

And me?

I’m the decoy.

but does little to blanket in what passed

to reach the rendezvous point, near enough to

but the cold is keeping people indoors and,

and welcome, sparkling with fairy lights, dressed with spray-on snow and Santa, Please Stop Here signs. In

I pass by.

a few minutes I’m leaving the relative safety of the residential zone and passing into more uncertain

boundary of the City, it was built before the main highways were developed, a remnant of the old town, under the overpass which carries the modern road to Barnbridge. It's a risky spot for the unwary, noted

cautious. The area is noted for hoax calls of fire or medical emergency followed by muggings for cash and drugs, and attacks on medics and fire

I'm feeling windy about being

Better than the alternative.

to

supports for the overpass, dim under inadequate sodium lighting. From the road above, moisture trickles down, streaking

me, on the overpass, late evening traffic grumbles past. But here

“Hello?”

briefly, then dies

I

Nothing…

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