Lynn opened her eyes to a shiny, silver key, being held in front of her face. Her eyes slowly focussed on the moving object, then trailed up the hand to the arm. To the big bald man standing before her.
"A safe deposit box key!" The man's deep voice said as he waved the key slowly. The man spoke in an angry tone from a double chin neck that appeared uncomfortably tight. His jet black tie matched his jacket over a white shirt.
Lynn made a dash to get up and run but the man grabbed her by the hair and slung her back into the chair with one fluid movement.
"Now, this is how this is going to work." The man said as he stood in front of Lynn. His long pausing thoughts were relayed in his eyes as he looked her up and down from head to heels.
Lynn grasped the arms of the office chair. Scanning the dusty room's desks and filing cabinets. She pressed her legs together tightly as he glared at the shoreline of her dress and legs. He placed his brawny hand on her shoulder and gripped her tightly. His eyes raised up her body slowly. Tracing her curves and cleavage then eye to eye.
Lynn looked around the room at the other men trying to ignore him. Big bubble gum smacking jaws and rocking, swinging, waiting legs and feet. Three men slouched into the wall and furniture. A team of muscled thugs with shoulder holstered guns.
Dirty smoked glass windows restricted visibility to the outside. The one door out was closed and behind Lynn. On the floor behind the man intimidating Lynn, was the limousine driver. He lay on his side with his arms tied behind him. He was unconscious as his body lay in a twisted manner leading Lynn to believe he may even be, dead.
"Look ... lady, we are going to take a little trip to the bank. You and Mr. Hobbs are going as husband and wife. You are going to open, empty and give the contents of that safe deposit box to Mr. Hobbs." He leaned into Lynn's left ear. She could feel his hot breath and deep drawn breath. Whispered seductively in her ear, "Am I clear so far?"
"I am not co-operating with you," Lynn blared.
"I thought you might say that. Detective Simons here, well, he is a pawn. He might not mean that much to you but while you were sleeping, I took the liberty of going through your purse and found this."
The big heavy set man reached in his pocket and pulled out a picture and held it at Lynn's eyes.
"Amy," Lynn gasped. Her daughter's picture was a year old but it was Lynn's favorite. Lynn burst from the chair with all her might only to be slapped back into the seat.
"Now we're getting somewhere." The man said excited. "Like I was saying, we are going to take a little trip."
The man reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and dialed.
"Have they found the Limousine yet?" The man snickered as he looked at Lynn's legs and thighs. "Good! Keep me informed."
"Unit One to Unit Two, please respond." Sergeant Murphy sat scratching his head. "Where did they disappear to?" The Sergeant pressed the desk set microphone lever, "Unit Seven come in!"
"Unit Seven to Unit One, nothing yet Sergeant. They haven't reached the Hotel?"
