Free BlindFire by Colin Wraight Page B

voice from behind the light.
      He recognised the woman from the train. "What do you want?"  He asked.
      There was a long eerie silence and then . "Where were you going?"
      " I don’t know what you mean ."
      “I’ll ask you again .... Where were you going?"
      "On holiday."
      "You’re lying."
      The light danced on the walls as if she was moving something around and   then a picture appeared on a television .
      "Do you recognise this face ?"  She asked and pointed to the screen.
      Of course he recognised the face. It was him, the man who had killed his w ife.  "What the hell do you want ? "
      " That’s the man who shot your wife....  Isn’t it?"
      Danny shifted nervously on the bed. “Who are you?” The cuffs bit hard into his wrists. “How did you get me here?”
      “You want to kill him? Want to put a bullet in his head?”
      He’d  had  enough, if  she  was  going  to  kill  him  she  was  taking  her  time, and  would  prob ably have done so by now. “That’s right; I’m going to blow his head off.”
      There was silence again for what seemed like ages.
      “Then we are on the same side! ”
      “Release me!” He said as calmly as he could muster. 
      “No… How do I know you just won’t walk out of the door?”
      Danny railed against his restraints. “Let me go!” He demanded.
      “Look I think we can really help each other. I too want that monster dead, but I can’t find him on my own. I need your help… We could work together!”
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    BlindFire
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER    5
     
     
     
    It was a bout ten in the morning when Danny was awakened from his sleep. The handcuffs had been removed and been replaced with a banging headache. An  ever growing aroma   of  frying  bacon and smell of coffee   pulled  him  toward  the  kitchen.
      "You’re awake!"  Exclaimed the woman.
      “You took my chains off!” He said rubbing his wrists. "What did you say your name was again?"
      "I didn’t."  She replied.  "My name is Elizabeth ."
      "I’m Danny, but you know that already! Where am I?”
      Elizabeth  was  dressed  in  what  looked  like  a  kimono  she  certai nly wore  nothing  underneath as  the  belt  was  loosely tied and he could   see  every  bit  of  her  slim  figure.
      "Did you sleep well?"  She enquired.
      "W hat the hell was that shit you put in my face last night?"
      "Chlor oform.  Isn’t quite a knockout isn’t it ?" She said brightly.
      He  tried  not  to  look  at  her  for  a  while  but  then  gave  up. “What’s to stop me walking out of here right now?”
      “Absolutely nothing.” She replied. “You’re bag is by the front door and it isn’t locked.”
      Danny watched her cooking as he thought and then said. “I need fake ID and a fake passport, weapons and money..! Can you get any of that?”
      She turned to face him and smiled.
      “And is there any chance you c an you get dressed or something ?” He pointed in the general direction of her body. “It’s all very distracting! "
      She continued cooking as the kimono slid from her shoulders and floated to the floor . "Why , don’t you like ?"
      "We have work to do! Get dressed ." He ordered and picked up the kimono then draped it around her shoulders again . "Why do you want him dead?”
      “My  brother  and  I  were  thieves, we robbed  the  wrong  house  and  got  caught.”
      “Go on.”
      “It was some sort of safe house. We  were  told  that  it  was  full  of  money  and  drugs. They saw us coming a mile away .”
      Danny thought for a second. “So how did you get away?”
      “I didn’t, they killed me.”
      He laughed. “Right ! Of course they did.”
      “ Those men..! Those monsters were drunk and out of their heads on drugs..! They toyed with us, they beat us...... They raped me. When  they  tired  of