It looks like he’s the serial killer the police have been looking for. Now we have a name, and evidence, it’s only a matter of time before they ca...ch him.”I was concerned for everyone; it’s obvious Witherand had found the nearby village - what would happen if he discovered our refuge? I didn’t want to put people at risk.“Maybe it’s time we split up,” I began. “I think we’d all be safer if we went our separate ways...”The response was immediate and concurrent - “No!” “Absolutely Not!” “Never!”. Ten minutes later he was waiting downstairs until it was time to go, texting fast to all his friends to tell them where he was going. “Come on then, Jake.” Said Jakes dad, appearing at the bottom of the stairs. “Time to go, or we won’t catch the plane.” Jake practically leapt from the couch, swinging his bag over his shoulder and racing from the house before his parents could say another word. A few seconds later, he had dived into the front passenger seat, only to be turfed out of it a minute. Like everyone else, I followed. I know in some villages, miscreants are made to walk behind the cart and are whipped while making the journey but we cart the person to each marker and whip them there. Usually the number of strokes is limited to ten at each. Kathryn would have nearly double that and on her most sensitive parts. A rope had been thrown over a bough ready for our arrival and, although she resisted and cursed, men quickly had her off the cart and strung up. It took several minutes. "Please let me personally know if there is anything we need to do to make you more effective. This mission is a big deal to us, and we want to give you whatever tools you need to succeed." Her smile still captivated me, and the one thing I wanted from her involved a quiet room, a great big bed, and lots of time to get it right.I suspect that Roberta caught a hint of my attraction, because she gave me a sweet smile, with just a hint of mirth that got me thinking about what was under those.