He had tested out the virus that Quince had given him on one of the policemen that had been replaced. The resulting eighteen-year-old man proved that ...uince wasn't double-crossing him.He jumped as his mobile phone started ringing. He snapped it open. "Yes?" Mr Simonds? We have a problem." It was one of Quince's men, who had replaced the local police captain."What is it?" We've caught two girls trying to report Mr. Quince for drug smuggling."Simonds heart missed a beat. "Who the hell are they?!". I hear the hiss of the rattan crop through the air, and the crack against my skin, before I feel the burn of the first cut on my ass. I throw my head back but manage to contain my scream.He waits for the burn to subside, a few seconds and then "Crack" a second cut on my ass. I stifle a whimper. A pause, then a third strike, I whimper again. It will get much, much worse. A fourth, a fifth, a tenth. I whimper with each strike. He stops.I catch my breath. I see him on my right side now. I shudder.. He still owed a favor to a dear friend....“Freddy! My man! After all these years, you're finally repaying me for that stunt in Miami?” His old business partner and long time friend, Cecil Murphy, greeted as he walked into the home. “Yes, I have a frigid bitch that needs some tutoring upstairs in the second bedroom on the left.” He replied, smirking. Cecil was ruthless and cruel, just as bad as Freddy if not worse. They had done great deeds together...or unspeakable ones, depending who you. I walked back to where alice was buried, she heard me coming by the noise my boots made on the ice/snow, she was starting to turn a tad blue, I lifted her up & out, she was having trouble walking to the boot of the BMW, so I carried her to the car, laid her in to boot, covered her over, wrapped her into the blanket, then placed the blindfold on her, then closing the boot.We then drove off to Jindabyne for a look around, on arriving there, it didn’t take long , I opened the boot to check on her,.