Victoria looks out the window at the river. The airconditioning is loud, but it is working. She has just been told to get Curveball and the wheelbarrow. She makes a pouty face.
The two men, her captors and assistants, are talking on their cellphones. Victoria calls home to talk to her children. She says she's staying at a spa. She'll be home soon. But she knows that finding Curveball may take weeks.
A man enters the room with a replacement wheelbarrow full of bricks. He is sweating. He has an envelope with photos and a map to Curveball's house in the suburbs. Security is prominent in the photo -- guys with weapons. The house is set back from the street behind concrete barriers.
The thick assistant tells Victoria that it's time to go. She wants to take a shower. Later, he says, as he ties a scarf around her head. She looks like she has a toothache.
Victoria pushes the wheelbarrow along the river. She wants to go for a swim but the lean assistant tells her they have to get to the safe house before curfew. She pushes on toward the bridge.
The traffic on the bridge is stalled. The assistants look worried. The thick assistant makes a call on his cellphone as they stop to hydrate. When they finally cross the bridge they turn on a side street. A van is waiting for them. Agents from the van quickly load the wheelbarrow, Victoria and her assistants. They speed off into the neighborhood.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
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