As we drove into the supermarket car park, we glimpsed a stunning brunette being manhandled out of a side door and into the back of a white van by a couple of burly blokes. She was tall, slim, elegant, and in trouble. She was struggling, and by the state of one of them had inflicted some useful damage.
"Stop them!" Julie shouted at me.
101 things ran through my brain. "I won't be able to β they're too big." I drove fast down the car park and stopped across the front of the van. "I've broken down β electrical fault β I'm useless practically. Get them under the hood and distract them as much as you can. I'll see if I can get the girl." I said urgently.
We both jumped out of the car.
"You idiot. What did you do this time? Can't you even drive a car without breaking it?"
I was impressed. "Bloody thing. What the hell is wrong this time." I kicked the tyre for emphasis.
"Move out of the way β we're in a hurry." Not the politest of thugs, then, I thought.
"Wish I could mate. It's stopped. Too much electronics if you ask me. Wonderful when it works. Impenetrable when it goes wrong. Do you think you could fix it?"
"Show me what's wrong."
"It's stalled and it won't start. Done it before. Bloody load of scrap."
I climbed back into the driver's seat and turned the key, conveniently forgetting to put my foot on the pedal to clear the safety interlock. "You see. Nothing."
"S'all right. We'll push you over."
I looked pityingly at him. "Electric hand brake. Can't get it off unless the engine's going. Could you look and see if there's anything you can do?"
I hoped he didn't realise that just turning on the ignition allows the electric handbrake to work. I popped the hood to forestall any attempt on his part to try things.
"He's useless with practical things. More help if I do something." She turned to me. "Get the tool box out of the back, you useless cretin." Julie was really on form. "Come on, let's have a look." She guided them around the front and began to make a mess of getting the hood up. I was impressed again.
I walked to the back of the car muttering under my breath, as I thought an aggrieved man might, and opened the tailgate. As soon as their heads were under the hood, I scooted up the side of the van and opened the rear door on my side so they wouldn't see.
A pair of frightened and furious eyes looked at me. I was appalled. They had gagged her and bound her hands, but fortunately not her feet.
"Quick, out. Down the side of the van and into the back of my car. Keep low." I hissed at her. I was glad to see that the back was separated from the front with only a small window. Hopefully that would give us a few extra minutes.
Carefully I shut the van door and scooted back to mine. I got out the tool box and whispered to reassure her, "We'll get out and find a police car."
I slammed the tailgate and went round the front, where Julie was doing a superb job, but running out of plays to keep them occupied.
"I got the tools, but I found a loose wire in the back. Let's try it again."
"I'm not having you doing it without me there to see you don't muck it up. Anyway, they'll have to shut the hood or the interlock won't allow it to start."
The thugs banged the hood shut. I blessed her quick thinking, and we both got back into the car. I took the toolbox with me, and left the door open so as not to arouse suspicion. Of course the car started first time, and I thanked them profusely till they were practically screaming wanting me to leave. We drove off, not too quickly, trying not to attract their attention. I turned the wrong way out of the supermarket entrance, and once out of sight, turned up a side road and turned again round a back road. Now we needed to wait, an agonising process when two thugs might be after you.
I got out and opened the tailgate. "Are you OK ma'am?" I asked as I took off her gag and eventually managed to untie her wrists. The rope marks were vicious. She winced, and I swore at those thugs. Julie came round as well and we introduced ourselves.
She was obviously full of courage and intelligent as she gave a brief account of her ordeal. They had jumped her as she reached the back of the supermarket β right by the staff door, so she was in the van before anyone knew. I had time for a proper look - she was tall and slender with glossy chestnut hair β a real stunner. That was all we had time for.
"I'm sorry β I think you'll be safer in the back out of sight. Uncomfortable, but preferable to giving the game away immediately."
She agreed and climbed back in, while I shut the tailgate on her. We thought we had allowed enough time for them to pass if they were going this way, so we re-traced our steps and drove out the other way.
"Keep your eyes peeled for police cars. We can't do this on our own. It's too dangerous."
We thought we'd never see one. How time drags when you are desperate. Suddenly there was one coming the other way. I started weaving across the road from side to side, and Julie waved with both hands. I went so close to the side of their car I could see the look of fear on the police officer's face. But the ploy worked, their blue light came on and they turned to follow us. I stopped and they stopped ahead of me.
I was careful to keep my hands visible on the wheel until asked to lower the window.
"Right, Sir, you've got some explaining to do."
"I'm sorry. I need help."
The officer grinned, obviously agreeing. "You're not joking!"
"We saved a girl from kidnap. She's in the back."
The officer laughed. "If you think that's going to get you off a dangerous driving charge, you're wrong!"
I knew he wouldn't believe me or leave me alone if he thought I was trying to get away. "Ask your colleague to look. It's not locked."
He stared me in the eye. "Ruth. Look in the back. Open it carefully in case it's a trick."
There was a gasp of surprise from the back of the car. "Evan, you'd better come quick. He's telling the truth."
We all gathered round the back of the car. Our beautiful passenger had moved stiffly to a sitting position. She was dressed in fitting jeans, glossy brown boots and a white blouse. She looked a bit rumpled with red rope marks on her wrists and slight marks where the gag had cut into her cheeks.
"Are you all right, Ma'am?"