Jake gazed at the woman pretending to be his secretary with a mixture of resentment and contempt as she put the phone down. The bent private eye hated do-gooders in his line, particularly female ones! He moved uncomfortably in the ropes Sonya Sanderson had used to tie him up and scowled up at her. “Stupid slut!” he spat. “Do you really think you and your two bimbo friends can take down the whole of Stratton’s drug empire?” Sonya looked thoughtful as she leant against Jake’s desk and stretched out her long pantyhosed legs. “Actually,” she mused, “we’re not trying to bring down Stratton, although that’s not a bad idea.” Jake snorted derisively as the woman approached him, her heels clicking on his pine wood floor. “Yeah right.” he said scornfully. “You and your girlfriends are just trying to find that missing girl, aren’t you? You’re such angels!”
“That’s right, pumpkin,” replied the female private detective with an unpleasant smile, “and for your sake, she’d better be in good shape.” Sonya knelt next to her captive and pulled his ankles up to meet his bound wrists. “What do you mean?” Jake responded, suddenly alarmed. “Well,” went on Sonya as she used the rope to tie Jake’s wrists and ankles together, causing him to grunt in discomfort, “I do know she’s been abducted and that Stratton runs human trafficking rings and you work for Stratton - see what I mean?” Jake, grimacing in his hogtie while she bound him, said nothing. Sonya then pulled out a strip of white cloth and tightly wrapped it around the man’s mouth, gagging him with it. “Let’s just say, sweetie peach,” she grinned afterwards, “if she’s come to any harm, you and I will be having another conversation.” The woman stood up, leaving the bound and gagged Jake mmmphing unhappily. “I wonder how the others are getting on?” Sonya said to herself as she headed for Jake’s office door, leaving him to ponder just how big a mess he was in.
