FIGHT ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT..” my voice echoed throughout the room as the restraints rattled and my body tensed as I tried to free myself.Craven stoo... in front of me, I knew his name, after recollecting my distant memories I remembered him. The son of a bitch stood there mocking me, laughing at me as I hung there helpless to anything he may do against me. “Rayne Rayne go away.. Don’t come back another day” he sung in an evil low voice as he grabbed my jaw bringing his face close to me. His dark. If there is nothing like that available, I’ll take your office. If you can live with that and one other condition, I’ll come back.”“There’s an unused office reserved for an associate. I’ll give you that. The view is great and the furnishings are very nice. What’s the other condition?”“Whenever other people are present, you will refer to me as My Lord Jacob.”“You can’t be serious. That’s the most juvenile thing I’ve ever heard.”“I am only thirteen. Juvenile does seem to be the word that. Well tough life you know. Yes I can do that but if you must I can sort that too, she does like you ... I’ll text you the address ... yes ... Ciao, got to go - meeting her.”He flagged another cab.The disguise had worked she told him, scampering into the dingy flat in Stockwell, flinging off the dowdy, straggly, dark wig, then her ankle length, grimy, gaberdine mackintosh.“I’m glad that miserable git Gordon Brown had the old wartime tunnel refurbished,” Teresa giggled, tweaking her hair, then. ‘I have not, what are you talking about?’ Logan was completely taken aback ‘Give me your wallet,’ Bee asked. ‘What? Why?’ Logan said looking at her oddly. ‘Just give it to me.’ And he reached in his back pocket and pulled it out, slapping it in her hand. Bee calmly looked through it, and pulled out a picture of Melanie. It was black and white, really artistic, and she was sitting under a tree reading. Melanie looked at it, she remembered that day, the picture was months old. Bee tossed him.