"Come on, girls -- we're leaving." Ron! Omigod! I'd hoped, but we've been held in here..." Beatrice babbled. She and Bridgette broke from the crowd."W...ll, that's over, I think," I replied. The private nodded. "Come on -- I need to pick a fourth. Any recommendations?" I had to stop at that point because I had a couple of women trying to squeeze me to death! The private thumbed us out of there and began briefing the rest of the kitchen and wait staff while I chivvied the girls out.Back in the bar. I phoned Colin on his mobile."Colin," I said quickly, "Stephanie Fanshaw has abducted Ann. Blue BMW," and gave the registration, "going to her house I reckon," and gave the address."You sure, Allan?" he asked."Absolutely," I replied, "The only thing I'm not sure about is that they'll go to her house. I just think they'll never think of anyone connecting them to her disappearance." Hang on," he said, and there was silence for a long minute."OK," he said, "The call is out for the BMW to all areas. Nothing else happeneduntil a couple of weeks later, when Leslie and I (my older cousins rarelyhanged out with us) had gone to the woods and I'd stupidly fallen into apuddle. Worse, when we got home my aunt explained she'd just put myclothes in the washer, so I didn't have any clean clothes, as she didn'timmediately expect me to need any."Can't he just wear something of mine while he waits? It's not like I havecooties, and he'll get mud all over the place if she doesn't change."My aunt nodded,. "First things first," he mumbled reaching for the ankle strap onhis right ankle. "Oh, my God, this can't be happening," he screamed as hefelt and saw what appeared to be a lock on the ankle strap. Reachingacross to his left ankle he felt the same metallic lock and screamed,"Someone is going to pay for this so help me God. I sure in hell hope mywife wasn't involved in this shit."Trying to calm down he closed his eyes and focused on slowing down hisbreathing. "Breathe through your nose," he told.