Chapter Two.
Sandy shook her head in amazement as she locked the main
door of the music store, of which she was the manager. For
once, Chris had not been exaggerating when she had
described Sandy's blind date. His name was Marcus and he
was every bit the stud that Chris had made him out to be.
His rugged good looks, wavy chestnut hair and broad chest
made Sandy want to look around for the cameras that surely
had to be following him around.
Even more amazing was the fact that he was charming and
intelligent. He had kept Sandy laughing and chatting all
evening, their whispered jokes and giggles causing the
other patrons of the cinema to glare and throw popcorn.
When he had revealed that he was a 'security consultant'
she had burst out laughing. He had responded in a cliched
private-eye voice, saying 'Hey lady, us private dicks have
gotta strike it lucky once in a while too ya know'.
That date had been a month ago, and they had seen each
other almost every night since then. As Sandy walked to her
car, her smile suddenly disappeared. They had talked of
many things and exchanged much of each other's life
stories, but up to now, Sandy had not been able to bring
herself to tell him about her sexual tastes. In her mind
she imagined the hurt look in his smoky grey eyes and his
voice seemed to echo in her mind saying one word
accusingly, over and over. 'Pervert!'
Sandy shook her head like a dog shedding water, putting her
emotional problems aside for the moment as she neared the
gymnasium. It was her turn to supervise the activities for
the night and in addition, she coached an introductory
girls' volleyball team that was designed to attract the
neighborhood girls into taking part in organised sports.
She spent much of the time getting to know the girls and
encouraging them to participate as well as keeping the
peace. She noticed that Angela, one of her new girls, had
not turned up. No one had seen her that day and she had not
called in sick. It was not unusual for girls to join in for
a session or two and then drop out again, but Sandy had
hoped that Angela would be one of those who stayed.
However, the girls who were present needed her attention
and Angela faded from her mind as the team got down to
work.
Another week went by and Sandy was no closer to telling
Marcus about her sexual tastes nor had Angela ever returned
to the team. However, on Friday, things suddenly changed.
Sandy had just come home from work and was still wet from
the shower when her doorbell rang. To her surprise, she saw
that it was Marcus standing outside her door.
'Marcus! I thought you said that you would be working
tonight' she said in surprise. She notice that he looked
grim and made not attempt to kiss her cheek in greeting as
he usually did.
'I need your help Sandy' he said in a serious tone of voice
as he walked into the living room. He held a large brown
envelope in his hand. Once they were seated together on the
couch, he started to explain. 'I have been hired by a
couple of worried parents to locate their daughter. They
suspect that she has been kidnapped'
Sandy frowned. 'Suspect? They don't know? Maybe she just
ran away'
Marcus nodded. 'That is what the police said too. When
they discovered that the girl had run away before, they
just dropped that case and advised the parents to wait for
her to get in touch with them. However the parents felt
otherwise and so they hired me'
'Did you find her?' asked Sandy, wondering where this was
all leading.
'I think so' replied Marcus. 'I believe that she has been
taken by a sex slavery ring. Attractive fourteen year old
girls are always in demand. This morning, an informant of
mine told me that he had heard that the girl was being held
in a house just outside of town. However, he thinks that
she will only be there for tonight, and will be shipped out
of the country in the morning'. Marcus opened the envelope
and pulled out a photograph.
'Angela!' gasped Sandy, staring in horror at the picture.
