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my ten grand.” She rubbed her palm, which stung and felt like it was going to bruise.
    He ran his fingers over the spot she’d slapped then cursed, getting out of the car.
    Taking a deep breath, Fallan watched him stand by the river, her nerves jumping all over the place. It was cold now that the heater wasn’t on.
    “Go out there and talk to him,” she whispered.
    The worst he could do was throw her in the river. Unless he had another gun on him. It reminded her of the one on the floor and she picked it up and got out of the car on his side. The deathtrap in her hands was heavy and scary to hold.
    “You’ve brought a friend with you,” he said, without turning to face her.
    She lifted the gun. The heavy weight made her hands shake. “I don’t want to die.”
    He turned round. “You really think you can use that?”
    “You don’t know who I am.” If he thought she was someone else she may as well act like it.
    “Yes, I do. You’re Fallan Jones, shelf-filler for Asda.” With each word he moved closer and closer until he stood with his chest pressed against the business end of the gun.
    He was right, she didn’t even know if she could use it. Could she take a life even with the threat to her own?
    Bishop grabbed her arm, took the gun and spun her around with her back to his chest. He pointed the gun at her temple.
    “What are you doing?” she cried, legs almost giving out on her.
    “Pointing a gun at someone gets questions answered. Now tell me about this trip.”
    She felt sick, didn’t know if she’d be able to speak, but she’d give it a damn good try. “I got it through the post. Some kind of special treasure hunt game. No one playing was to talk about it and you got paid ten grand once you’d been on the weekend, delivered the bag, and returned home. I was visited by someone who ordered me not to look in the bag, said if I did it wouldn’t go down too well and I wouldn’t qualify for the money. Frankie Lash, he said his name was, and that I’d need to remember that name if I didn’t follow the rules because he wasn’t called Lash for nothing.” All the secrets she knew she shouldn’t be telling came spilling out. She’d lose the money now if that Lash man found out.
    “Who else spoke to you?”
    “Only Frankie. He was scary as hell, even though he smiled and acted nicely. I knew I shouldn’t have agreed once I met him, but… I need the money… I don’t want to die. Please. I only thought it was a bit of fun.”
    Tears streamed, and the very real knowledge that this guy pointing a gun at her could end her life within seconds slammed into her.
    I’m going to be sick…
    “Just so you know, I don’t kill women unless they’re on my list. Congratulations, Fallan Jones, this is your lucky day.” He kissed her cheek and let her go. “Oh, and by the way, this isn’t loaded. You wouldn’t have killed anyone.” Bishop tucked the gun inside his jacket.
    Fallan’s temper spiked. “You bastard. Threatening me and doing that.”
    She lunged forward, intent on scratching his face, pummelling him with her fists, anything to hurt him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the car.
    “I suggest you get in the car because you’re not out of the clear yet. You have Mr Lash to worry about. He’s…an undesirable man. He’d kill you without a second’s thought.”
    Fallan didn’t argue. Her life and safety were now in this man’s hands.
     
    * * * *
     
    Some time later, Fallan sat at a table in a kitchen. She didn’t know where it was. Bishop had blindfolded her for the journey. Once they’d arrived here, he’d chained her hands to the seat back. Shaking her head, she thought about her life again. What had she done wrong? Was this all part of the holiday resort test? Some new addition she wasn’t aware of? Was it their way of getting out of paying her the ten grand? If she spilled, she didn’t get it? Were all the other players going through the same thing?
    “Okay, we’re