Little Tramp (Prologue Crime)

Little Tramp (Prologue Crime)

<p>Where was he? Why was he here, with this kid? What had he done?</p><p>Hazily he watched her come toward him, saw her hips sway beneath flimsy lace, the swell of full breasts in the skimpy bra. “How did we get here?” he demanded.</p><p>She laughed “Don’t you remember, honey? You kidnapped me … and …”</p><p>Remember? He remembered that she had cost him his job. Dimly he recalled cursing her out in a dozen bars, getting blind drunk. And he had a vague memory of her behind the wheel of a car. She had kidnapped him!</p><p>Now she was missing, and the cops would be hot on the trail. Which story would they swallow—his or hers?</p><p>He saw her angelic smile and knew the answer. He was trapped.</p><p>“Come on, Gary,” she said. “Let’s have some fun.”</p>