"Oh, Sandra…" Jack sighed. He was sympathetic, but he was scared of saying something that would provoke his (rightfully) pissed off boss. However, when he looked at her face again, he saw that she was relieved, not upset. "Sandra, I'm so sorry…" Brian said. Sandra was confused. "Brian, what the fu… oh. No, no… not the murderers, Strickland. He called my mum, the day after we realised the gangs sometimes kidnap… the next in line. Like with Amber, Mae was next as far as they could tell, so they took them both. Anyway, my mother was after me, obviously, so Strickland wanted to put her into witness protection. Until we caught the murderers. But, when he got a few men to go and take her to the hotel -where they put a few witnesses- she wasn't home. She didn't go home for the next few days. But she's just turned up at the hotel. Turns out, she got Strickland's message and went out to buy a load of new clothes."
"Ha…" Gerry laughed sarcastically. "Mother never did understand how murderers can normally outsmart her. In fact, she didn't realise that I could outsmart her. When I was thirteen, we had a fall out over my Halloween costume. She told me I couldn't go out to my friend's party. I climbed out my bedroom window." Sandra sneered, thinking of how her mother, she-who-was-always-right, had got so many things astoundingly wrong. "Whoa… didn't she catch you? I r'member you sayin' something 'bout that." Gerry said, confused. "Yeah, problem was when I came back I was pissed. Mum guessed it, may have had something to do with me staggering around calling her babe." Sandra cringed at the memory.
Gerry laughed. "Anyway, Gerry… when you're quite finished. We do have work to do. C'mon, Jack." Sandra interrupted. Jack helped Sandra into the car. Gerry and Brian got in the back and Jack got in next to Sandra. They drove off. When they arrived at Sandra's house, there were a few unmarked police cars, policemen in plain clothes and Strickland, looking extremely In Charge. As the car drew to a stop, Sandra muttered, "Ugh, what is that man's problem? The house is probably being watched. Time for a back-up plan."
Sandra climbed out the car, scowling at Strickland. "Sorry I'm late. Was it a long journey?" "What journ… oh. Yes, quite long." Strickland said, loudly. Prat. Sandra thought. She went to open the door, but just then, from behind her, she heard a gunshot. "Oh, bloody hell." Sandra exclaimed, before turning, to see Strickland sink to his knees. There was blood pouring from his arm, soaking his white shirt. The officers went to shoot the attacker. "No!" Sandra stopped them before they could reveal the hidden guns. "Inside, quickly!" She commanded. But just then, every officer pulled the gun out from their pocket. They aimed them at her.