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remembered watching it on a flight.
Shitty film but good booby traps. I busied myself with her jeans again.
"So when are we going to see them?"
I couldn't spend all day picking up two bits of clothing. I did a half
turn and walked back toward the bed.
"That won't be for a while yet, but when I spoke to them just now they
wanted me to tell you that they love you, and they're missing you, and to do
everything I say and be a good girl."
There was a beaming smile on her face. I wished I had the courage to
tell her the truth.
I said, "Kelly, you must do what I say, do you understand that?"
"Yeah, I understand."
She nodded, and I saw a little child needing affection.
I gave her my best attempt at a smile. I looked into her eyes.
"Come on, cheer up. Let's watch TV" We both went back to watch the
Power Rangers, with a can of Mountain Dew. I couldn't take my mind off the
news broadcast. Kelly's photograph had been on the TV. The receptionist the
clothing store clerk, anyone might remember her. Surely the embassy had
called London by now, surely every fucker knew what was going on because it
was splashed all over the news. No need to wait three hours before making
the call.
I'd have to go to the outside phone again because I didn't want Kelly
to hear. I put Kev's jacket on, slipped the TV remote control into a pocket,
told her where I was going, and left.
As I came to the stairs by the Coke machine I looked down.
Two cars had pulled up outside the reception lobby. Both were empty,
but their doors were still open as if the occupants had piled out in a
hurry.
I looked again. Besides a normal radio antenna each vehicle had a
two-foot antenna on the back. One of the cars was a white Ford Taurus, the
other a blue Chevy Caprice.
There was no time to think, just to turn around and run toward the rear
fire exit like a man possessed. Now wasn't the time to worry about how
they'd found us. As I ran, the options started to race through my mind. The
obvious one was to leave Kelly where she was and let them pick her up. She
was a millstone around my neck. On my own, I could get away.
So why did I stop running? I wasn't too sure; instinct told me that she
had to come with me.
I doubled back and burst into the room.
"Kelly, we've got to go! Come on, get up!"
She'd been drifting off to sleep. There was a look of horror on her
face because of my change of tone.
"We've got to go!"
Grabbing her coat, I picked her up in my arms and started toward the
door. I snatched up her shoes and stuffed them into my pockets. She made a
sound, half-frightened, half-protesting.
"Just hold on!" I said. Her legs were wrapped around my waist.
I came out onto the landing. I closed the door behind us, and it locked
automatically. They'd have to break it down. I did a quick check down the
corridor, not bothering to look below to see what was happening. I'd know