Sam awoke suddenly to feel a sharp pain joining the steady ache in her head.
"Get up," a voice was saying.
Forcing her eyes open Sam clambered out of the van. Wrenching the hand of her hair without allowing a wince,
"I can walk," she snapped. They were in a multi story car park. Probably about third or fourth level. The man who had a ridiculous child's Halloween mask on pushed her to the ground,
"Shut up," he hissed at her kicking her stomach roughly. Sam doubled over in pain her soft hair covering her face.
The car park was empty. No one to see. No witnesses. But a moment later she was forced to her feet once more and dragged at a half run down to the ground level. A sharp turn at the left led them to the mechanics room. Even if someone chanced to park their car why would they ever go in there?
Again she was forced to the floor.
"What do you want with me?" Sam asked. Still no idea who the man was.
"It's not nice is it?" He growled at her.
"What?" Sam whispered fighting back tears
"Being forced away from home, not knowing what you've done wrong,"
Sam frowned,
"Who are you?"
He ripped of the mask dropping it in her lap,
"Remember me now?"
Her eyes widened as she tried to get a word out any word, after a moment of stunned silence she murmured,
"James Carlson? But...what?"
"My father was innocent you slut, don't you know that by now?"
"Then who?" she paused before realising the truth, "you?"
"That's right. If you'd done your jobs properly and checked his confession you would have noticed some flaws. But you wanted it over with quickly didn't you? A results a result. My father died because of your shoddy work,"
Sam shook her head.
"Yes, and now it's time for you to pay," he grinned a manic leer as he pulled out a gun...
