Chapter 20

Debbie had dialled the police station desk three times. Each time as a voice greeted her she had hung up." The note dropped through her letter box was proof surely? But she'd not wanted anyone to know, hadn't she? Just forget about the whole thing, but now this." She was about to dial again. Then the phone rang.

"Hello," she said her head confused.

"Hi Debbie. It's nice to speak with you again."

She nearly dropped the phone. It was him the filthy black thug. The one who had sent her the note. He didn't wait for her to begin a volley of abuse, instead began to talk about her parents. He knew they were out, he knew all sorts of details about them. His manner was as calm and as menacing as ever. The note he explain wasn't an invitation it was an order.

"Let's not argue about choice honey, you haven't got any. Be at that address at 4 and maybe when you return your house and family won't have burnt to the ground."

Debbie shivered in disgust." You can't keep doing this." She shouted down the receiver.

The phone went dead.

She read the note again shaking her head." Hi Debs meet me at the station; I would like an hour of your time. B"

Stacey had refused to speak to her husband for the third time that day. Her mother made excuses for her and hung up. The past four weeks had been like a nightmare. She remembered the face of the ambulance driver when he'd been called that evening; their embarrassing story of a sex game gone wrong. She was so ashamed; the hospital A&E nurses applying jelly and tugging, their faces saying a thousand words. But she couldn't tell them the truth instead she had just laid there red faced. Now she had her disgraced mother still tutting to herself a month later. She'd not spoken to her husband for three weeks, made up a pack of red faced lies to everyone and now this. She read the note again. The note described her younger sister in menacing detail before giving instructions where to meet, signed B.