This story started three months ago, Andy's wife Lynn had been made redundant at the company she worked at as P.A. to the managing director. The company had been taken over by a rival firm. Lynn tried hard to find other work and had been to lots of interviews but so far no luck finding another job.
One morning she was having some tea and scones with three of her friends. She was overheard talking about her plight by another couple named Denise and Peter who were sitting behind her.
Peter and Denise left the café and Denise went home as Peter had said something about a business meeting he had to go to. The business meeting concerned the woman he had seen in the café. He contacted two members of his team to meet him outside the café and they arrived just as Lynn was leaving to go home. They followed Lynn down the street, watching the way her hips swayed as she walked in her tight jeans and high heels and Peter looked forward to his plan coming to fruition.
Peter's two friends were both ex SAS, were experts in surveillance and over the next week they built up a profile on Lynn. They developed a plan of action which would drag Lynn into the clutches of Peter. They would all make a lot of money out of her.
One morning Andy and Lynn had just finished breakfast when there was a knock at the door. Andy opened the door and encountered two big men wearing balaclava masks. One of them hit Andy square on the jaw and as he fell back the other one grabbed him pulled a sack over his head, and they bundled him into the boot of a black B.M.W.
Two minutes later the phone rang and Lynn lifted the receiver, " Hello."
The voice at the other end said, "Don't ring the police if you want to see your husband alive."
"Ok what's this all about?" Lynn asked anxiously.
"Listen carefully. A car will pick you up at the playing field entrance in ten minutes. If you are not there, your husband dies. If we see police or anyone else nearby, your husband dies. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Lynn replied.
"Phone your husband's work and tell them he won't be in to work for a week. Tell them he is sick or something. Your phone is bugged so we will know what you tell them. Get it wrong, your husband is dead." The line went silent.
Lynn did as she was told and phoned Andy in sick then made her way to the playing field. It was a good choice, she thought. Wide open space. Whoever it was doing this would know if she had alerted anyone. She looked at her watch. Ten minutes had passed. Nothing. She began to worry.
Two minutes later, a silver Range Rover pulled up. The passenger side window slid down. "Get in the back on the floor." Lynn did as she was told.
"What's this all about?" she asked.
"Shut the fuck up if you don't want to be gagged. Put on this blindfold," the man in the front passenger seat told her.
Lynn reckoned they had driven for about an hour when the car stopped.
"Keep the blindfold on," one of the other men said as he opened her door. "Stay where you are." He cable tied her wrists behind her. Lynn was pulled out of the car and walked over to a large barn. The men took her inside and closed the door behind them.
They walked up some stairs and into a room where the blindfold was removed. Lynn blinked and strained her eyes as the light hit them.
"Cut her loose boys."
"Have you got a mobile phone?" another man asked Lynn.
"Yes."
"Give it here and we will look after it for you." Lynn took it out and handed it over. She appeared to be in a lounge of some sort.
"Why don't you sit down," the man facing her said. Lynn complied. "I suppose you are wondering what this is all about."
"The thought had crossed my mind," Lynn replied. "What have you done with my husband?"
"Don't worry he is okay at this moment. My name is Bill. What's yours?"
"Lynn."
"Pleased to meet you, Lynn. Your husband Andy has been working for me for two months in his spare time doing some delivery and collections. The trouble is, the last collection he did turned out to be five grand light, which has got me into trouble with my bosses. Now I believe Andy was stitched up by this client, we are checking his story, but that still means I am five grand down and my boss wants the money within seven days or else. Do you see my problem?"
"That has nothing to do with me or Andy. I can't believe that he is involved in drugs, he hates them," Lynn said.
"Well, it doesn't really matter what you believe. I have to deal with the reality of the situation, Lynn. You see my boss won't let me sort out the client as he buys a lot of stuff from us. And he will expect me to lose Andy if the money is not paid." He drew a finger across his throat. "That is my dilemma you see."
"We haven't got five grand. I lost my job three months ago," she said through tears.
"Don't go soft on me now Lynn, I am sure we can work something out. Get her a cup of tea will you, Joe?" Joe left the room to put on the kettle. "There might be a way to get the five grand gathered up," Bill announced. "Stand up. You're a good looking girl" Lynn stood up.
"I try," Lynn replied, smiling through her flushed cheeks.
"Go to the gym?"
" I used to before I lost my job."
Bill walked around Lynn, appraising her carefully. "I have a friend named Peter who makes videos."
"Ah no chance," Lynn said as she shook her head.
"You prefer that Andy dies? That's the only way I can see that we keep the boss man happy."
"But it has nothing to do with me. Andy got himself into this mess."
"Yes I take your point, but Andy has no chance to make five grand inside a week has he?" Joe came back in with the tea. "Have a think about it while you drink your tea."
"I want to see Andy," Lynn demanded.
"Why?" Bill asked.
"I want to know that he's all right," she replied.
"Okay Lynn, look at that screen." Bill nodded to Joe. A picture came up on the screen depicting Andy sitting on a chair in a darkened room. Two men were with him. There appeared to be a bruise on his cheek but he was otherwise okay. One of the men had what looked like a gun in his hand.
"Can I please speak to him, Bill?" Lynn asked.
"Not until after the five grand has been paid," Bill replied.
"You seem pretty sure that I will work for this friend of yours."
"Your choice," Bill started. "Either you do five grand's worth of work or you don't see Andy alive again. "
"What sort of videos does your friend make?"
"Why don't we go see him, Lynn?"
"Do I have your word that you will look after Andy if I do as you ask?"
"You do indeed," Bill said with a smile. "Come with me. You will need to put the blindfold back on and lay on the floor. Don't worry it's not far."
When they arrived at the studio, Bill removed the blindfold and escorted Lynn into the building. "Peter about?" Bill asked a young girl.
"Yeah he's on set, but he's not very happy."
"Is there something wrong with you?" Peter bellowed at a tall man. "Look at her! She is fucking beautiful! You've got a cock like a fucking hamster. Fuck off and we'll get someone who can do the job, you fucking wanker!"
"Hello Bill. What brings you here?" Peter asked when he saw Bill approach.
"Hello Peter," Bill replied shaking the man's hand. "This is Lynn. She needs to make some quick money."
"You'd better come through to the office." Bill and Lynn followed Peter into the office. "So you want to be a film star do you, Lynn?" Peter asked.
"No. I just need to make some money quickly."
"Well as a favour to Bill, I'll see what I can do. Give me two minutes to get this other film going and I will give you an interview." Peter left the room.
"I don't know if I can do this," Lynn said as she glanced over at Bill.
"Well you know what's at stake, don't you?"
Lynn choked back the tears and realised she would have to go along with this if she was to see Andy again. She would do whatever it took to save him.
Peter returned to the office. "Bill, come back at six. We should be done by then. If there's any change I will give you a call." Bill winked at Lynn and left.
"Right Lynn, come with me. We film all our interviews so if there is any comeback we can show that we explained to you what we do here. You are under no pressure to stay and take part in the films. You also give us permission to sell any films you make and you are paid for your work. So I will ask the questions. You speak up nice and loud. Okay?"
"Okay," Lynn replied.
"Do you know what sort of films we make here?"
"Yes. It's porn."
"I would not say its porn. More of what we would call an adult theme. There is sex involved, but we have a story to it and it is usually one on one."
"Have you done anything like this before?"
"No, I just need to make some money."
"How many sex partners have you had?"
"Just my husband."
Peter raised his eyebrows. Fuck me that's unusual, he thought.
"When was your last period Lynn?"
"About two weeks ago."
"Are you on the pill?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever had a dose of the clap? HIV? Any STD's at all?"
