Chapter Four: The End of Passion?
Trevor sat in the van waiting, his hands roped behind his back and his body stashed in front of the back seat, hidden from view. Trevor stole a glance and tensely anticipated the arrival of Jill. “If anything happens to that girl…” he quietly rumbled.
“Shut up, rich boy!” the kidnapper in the front seat growled. Trevor could hear the man’s gun c**k. And for several uneasy seconds he heard and saw nothing.
Then Jill emerged from the hotel, escorted by the second kidnapper. They both had been instructed to act casual and do nothing to tip anyone off that something unusual was happening. And Jill seemed to comply. When she got to the van she was tossed inside next to Trevor.
“She give you any trouble?” The kidnapper in the front seat asked.
“None at all,
