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An Erotic Vineyard Mystery serial. Starts slowly, but the passion
builds as the plot unfolds with romance. A Texas vintner meets a lady
in blue at a private club. Sparks fly and tensions build as they tease
each other, or as his brother would call it, doing the "Do Me" dance.
Then tragedy strikes close and as they explore their relationship, they
also find something new as a sexy cop becomes part of the dance. Has a
real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than just a
wanker.

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stories encourages me to write more. Remember to vote for each chapter
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"The Lady in Blue"

An ongoing saga, (c) 2005 by Wine Maker

Chapter Twelve: Anchors aweigh

Ted's point of view

I grabbed Lisa and ran toward the parked cars even though I didn't
think we would make it. The Pinto accelerated hard, the eyes of her
brother slitted above a snarl. I felt an instinctive need to close my
eyes when he slammed on the brakes and screeched to a halt just a few
feet from us. The rough idle of the car didn't last long as it
sputtered into silence.

We stopped running and panted as we stared at the little bastard.
Arthur sneered at us as the car door opened with a sharp metallic
groan. He was wearing what his car suggested he could afford; ratty
jeans, a torn western shirt and sneakers I would have thrown away years
ago. A day's growth of stubble finished off his lean face. I didn't
really think he looked much like Lisa or her mother.

"Sorry about that," Arthur said in a completely insincere tone. "The
accelerator stuck when I tried to pull up and talk with you, Sissy."

He might as well have just waved a red flag in front of Lisa. If steam
had started pouring out of her ears while her head started spinning, I
wouldn't have been a bit surprised.

"Goddammit, Arthur!" she shouted as she started toward him, her hands
balling tightly into fists. She struggled with me when I wrapped my
arms around her to hold her back. It was like a rerun of the
confrontation that she had gone through with Price at my house. I made
a mental note to myself that she did have a sharp temper when riled.

"Let go of me, Ted." Lisa finally said in a low voice. Her tone brooked
no argument, so I let her go. She stood her ground and glared at her
brother. "I'm done with this childish bullshit, Arthur. Is it time for
me to get a restraining order to keep you from being an ass to me and
bothering the staff up here? You should know better than to think they
have mother's stuff here. They certainly have no keys for you!"

Arthur laughed mockingly back at Lisa. "Like some piece of paper from
an illegitimate government will keep me from going where I want?
Please, save it for the poor saps who have been duped by this so-called
democracy. I'll go where I want, talk with whom I please, and I *will*
have what is mine!"

Lisa rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Don't roll out that damned
separatist crap for me again. If you want to believe it, that's fine.
Just leave it at home in whatever fleabag rat trap you're sleeping in
this week. What are you being denied this time?" she asked, her foot
tapping impatiently.

Arthur leaned forward, the sneer never slipping from his face. "I want
my share of mother's estate."

Lisa laughed in Arthur's face. "Fat chance of that!" Arthur turned red
but Lisa rolled right over whatever he was going to say. "Let me lay
out the facts for you, genius. Mother isn't dead! I know that comes as
a shock to you, but she's right in there. That building you were in a
while back. Remember it?"

"Save your lawyer crap, Sissy. She is never going to wake up. Mother is
as dead as if she were in the ground. All she is now is a machine that
turns food into shit. You should have some mercy on her poor body and
let it die."

There was no way in hell I could have caught her this time. Lisa
snarled and climbed him like a squirrel. She was all over him like
white on rice, beating on him with her fists.

The cretin flinched and then tried to shove her off, but she just
popped him in the face.

"Owww!" he cried as he backpedaled.

That gave me the space I needed to grab her again. She struggled hard
and snarled at him.

Arthur held out his hand and looked at the blood on it from his nose.
"Bitch, I should call the fucking cops on you and your gigolo! This is
assault!"

Lisa stopped struggling and laughed at him. "What? The big, bold
separatist needs to call on the authorities he says are illegitimate
and illegal? Does anyone else see the irony in that? I thought you
lived off the land and solved your own problems?"

That struck the mark. Arthur snarled and took a step forward but
stopped when I pushed Lisa behind me. "Stay out of this, dickhead. This
is between me and my bitch sister!"

I shook my head. "Not anymore. I'm making this my business. Hit the
road before I help you hit it my own way." I out-weighed the scrawny
bastard by thirty pounds or so and none of it was fat. I raised an
eyebrow in invitation. "Like your sister, I solve my own problems. You
should take a page from her: solve this one yourself and leave."

"Fuck you," he snarled even as he backed away from me. "That bitch of a
sister has been living off Mother's money, so why shouldn't I get my
fair share? I will get it, one way or another!"

"You idiot!" Lisa shouted back at him. "I live off my own money and all
Mother's does is pay for her care."

With the first real menace I had heard yet, he laughed. "You'd like me
to believe that, wouldn't you? Well, I have news for you, bitch. I do
solve my own problems and you better reconsider before I solve you."

As Arthur got back in the Pinto, the door slammed with a creak, and I
pulled Lisa behind some of the parked cars. At first, I didn't think
his car would start at all, but it finally caught and he stomped on the
gas, only to have it die again. I shook my head and smiled. Arthur
slammed his hands against the steering wheel and cranked it laboriously
back to life. Then, at long last, he wheezed out of the parking lot and
down the road in a cloud of smoke.

"Call this a subtle premonition, but I don't think we're on the invite
list to his next clam bake." I said in a sotto voice.

"God!" she shouted and slapped the tailgate of the truck next to us
with a solid thump, setting off its alarm. "That asshole has really
done it this time! I *will* swear out a restraining order and toss his
skinny ass in jail if he fucks with me again!"

"I don't think he is all there," I pointed out. "He's not going to lay
off. He's going to keep pushing your buttons trying to get what he
wants. You need to just do it."

"I know," she growled. "It's just hard. He's still my brother."

Sliding my arm around her shoulders, I started walking back toward my
car, away from the wailing alarm. She slid her arm around me and
sighed.

"Why can't I have Stan for a brother? He's such a nice guy," she
groused.

I laughed. "Because, then you'd be my sister, and that just wouldn't
do!"

She smiled and shook her head. "You know what I mean. Someone like him.
Never mind, I'm stuck with Arthur. I only pray he never breeds." She
shuddered under my arm.

When we got to my car and I unlocked it, Lisa noticed something was
wrong right away. "Shit! The tape and appointment book are gone!"

We looked all around the inside of the car, just to be sure, but they
were gone. The ticket stub from Seawolf Park was between her door and
her seat. I looked at the passenger side door and could see a tear in
the weather-stripping. I'd been slim jimmed.

I raised an eyebrow. "Should we call the police?"

She laughed without humor. "And tell them what? That someone broke into
your car and stole some evidence that we stole from a crime scene? That
ought to go over well. Or tell them someone jimmied your car and took
nothing before locking it up behind them?"

Shrugging, I nodded. "That does make a certain kind of sense. Well, do
you think it was your brother?"

She shook her head. "I doubt it. Why would he want them? Also, he's not
that neat. He'd just bash in the window, I think. My bet is that
someone else was watching Calvin's house and followed us, somehow."

I shrugged. "If nothing else, it tells us that the information was
important. At least they don't have the keys you have. If, of course,
we ever figure out where to look for the locks they open."

We climbed in my car, and I pulled out of the parking lot. Lisa sat
there looking at the only remaining thing from Calvin's house, the
ticket stub, frowning.

"Where now? Back to Houston?" I asked.

"No," she said slowly. "Head to Broadway and then over to fifty-first
street. This ticket may be more important than it looks. The keys are
labeled S.W.P. and it's possible that means Seawolf Park. I don't know
why I didn't make that connection before."

I made the turn onto Broadway. "Because you didn't have time to really
look at it with all the other information?"

Lisa nodded. "That's as good a reason as any." She turned in her seat
and looked out the back window. "Now I'm paranoid. Let's go past
fifty-first and go through the McDonald's drive through. A Big Mac and
fries are called for, and maybe we can tell if we are being shadowed."
She pulled her cell phone out of her purse. "I promised we would call
Hawk if we found anything. It's a little late but I need to clue her
in."

As I drove south, I listened in on her half of the conversation.

"Hawk, Lisa. We have some new information."

She nodded.

"I'll make it quick and you can call me back when you are free to talk.
We found a tape at Calvin's and his appointment book. Murphy showed up,
but we got out without him seeing us. The tape showed the Galveston DA
passing cash to someone I don't know."

Lisa looked over at me and took a deep breath.

"Then I got stupid and left them in the car when we stopped to check on
my mother. Someone jimmied the car and took them."

She pulled the phone away from her ear and I could hear the elevated
buzzing coming from it.

"I know! I was stupid! You can join me in tearing myself up for making
such an amateur mistake. My idiot brother was there but I don't
think..." She listened to an interruption. "No, he's not that smart.
He'd just smash the window. Listen, before you go, we have a ticket
stub that was in the appointment book. S.W.P. on the keys could be
Seawolf Park."

More buzzing and Lisa shook her head.

"No, I'll be careful and look for tails but we need to get there before
someone has a chance to figure out to look there, if they can, from the
other evidence. I won't wait, but you can come down when you can, or
we'll call after we look around."

She pulled the phone away from her ear again and winced at the volume.
Covering the mouthpiece, she smiled wryly at me. "She's not happy that
we are not waiting but she only has a minute to talk."

Putting the phone back to her ear, she interrupted Hawk. "Look, you
need to go. We'll call if we find anything. Good luck, and be careful."
Without waiting for a response, she disconnected and sighed. "She is
going to chew me out when she catches up with me."

"Can I watch?" I asked with a grin.

She laughed and slugged my arm. "Silly! That's not what I meant! Men!"
Then she leaned over and kissed my neck in a way that sent shivers down
my spine.

"If I didn't need to look for people following us, I'd let you watch me
chew you out while we drive down the street," she whispered in a sultry
voice as she nibbled my ear. "Have you ever had a blowjob while
driving?"

I felt myself stiffening. Little Ted sure was all in favor of that idea
but she was right. Now was not the time. "No, but you're right. That
needs to wait."

Lisa reached down and massaged me through my pants, but nodded. "I
promise to make it up to you as soon as a good opportunity presents
itself." Reluctantly, she released me and returned her attention to the
rear of the car.

I saw the McDonalds up ahead and tried thinking of food to relax my
hardness. Deep breaths. By the time we were in the line at the drive
through, it was at least a little more comfortable. We both ordered a
Big Mac meal. She went for the diet drink to my Dr. Pepper. I parked
the car so we could watch traffic as we ate.

She sat turned in her seat and split her attention between me and
traffic outside as she ate. Big bites, no dainty nibbles, for this
woman. "God, I love their fries! I don't care what is in the grease,
they taste like heaven!"

I laughed and nodded my agreement. "That they do. It's a good thing I
cook in a lot, or I would weigh a ton just from them."

Lisa waved a finger at me. "Don't you get on my case for eating them,
Ted Stansbury! This has been a *stressful* day! Cut me a little slack,
will you?"

Holding up my hands in surrender, I smiled. "I would never criticize. I
love your curves."

Then I looked out and around. Still nothing or no one that looked like
they were following us.

"Lisa, did you enjoy this morning?" I asked her while sipping my drink.

She nodded. "I did. I hadn't ever been attracted to a woman like I have
been to Hawk. Not love, just physical attraction and curiosity. I used
to think most women were bi-curious at some point in their lives. Now,
I don't know if that's true or just me."

She looked at me and licked the salty fry taste off her lips. That made
me hard again in an instant.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but as great as you are at oral sex,
she was... She ate me better than I have ever imagined. She knew
*right* where to go and what to do."

I shook my head and smiled. "That's only to be expected, I guess. She
knows what feels good. I'll talk with her and let her give me some
pointers the next time we are both between your legs."

Lisa shivered in reaction and I could see her nipples poking out
clearly. "God, that sounds like heaven. I enjoyed going down on her,
but it was nothing like sucking your cock, swallowing you into my
throat, feeling your cum coating my tongue. That's the kind of oral
sex I love."

Then she smiled wickedly. "But enough about me. Did you enjoy Hawk's
first blowjob? Sliding your tongue into her wet pussy? Going where no
man has ever gone before?"

I laughed and did my best William Shatner imitation. "You're making me
feel like Captain Kirk. My... God... Spock... This woman is so... Sexy!
We'll see if I go where no man has gone before next time, if she's
decided to take the plunge. Actually, I enjoyed it but I don't have the
same emotional connection with her as I do with you. Our connection
makes sex with you deeper, tremendous. With Hawk, it's just having fun.
I wouldn't do it without you there because you make it the experience I
want."

Lisa set her food down and pulled me into a hug, kissing me. "That is
so sweet! I..." She clamped her mouth shut and clapped a hand over it.
"I almost said it!" she said through her fingers.

I raised my eyebrows. "Almost said what? Go ahead, I won't get upset."

She lowered her hand. "I almost said I love you. I don't really know if
it's true, yet, but I feel like it's going that way."

Kissing her softly, I nodded. "I feel the same way. I don't want to
jinx it by saying that too early, but I feel the same way. I won't get
upset if you do or don't say it. Deal?"

Lisa kissed me again. "Deal."

When she pulled back to continue eating, I decided we'd better start
driving, or I'd take her right here in the parking lot. I ate as I
drove, turning on fifty-first and driving until I crossed the bridge to
Pelican Island.

The rusting, partly restored, WW II warships came into view as I drove
up to the park. The surface ship looked in worse shape than the attack
submarine. They still had a ways to go on her. I paid the attendant and
received a ticket much like the one that brought us here in the first
place. Parking the car, we tossed our refuse in the trash can. We would
sip on our drinks as we took the tour at our own pace.

The lot had about half a dozen cars and one RV in it, with a few people
fishing at the tip of the island. A light crowd in the middle of a
workday, I imagined. "What first, the sub or the surface ship?"

"The sub looks like it has been restored more than the ship. There are
more areas that people shouldn't be on the ship, so let's start there."

I walked up beside the gangplank and looked at the plaque. "Destroyer
Escort USS Stewart DE-238. Why do Destroyers require escorts?"

"They don't," a male voice said from behind us. When we turned, we
found an older man in casual clothes on the walk below the gangplank.
"This class of ship was a Destroyer, made specifically for escorting
the larger ships and screening them from danger. I'm Hal Spencer, part
of the staff here. Walk through and look her over, and I'll be happy to
answer your questions when you're done. Just stay clear of the areas
marked no access. The ship is still under restoration, and those areas
can be unsafe." At our nods, he walked off the sidewalk and around the
side of the ship with a smile and a whistle.

"One question answered," I said as I looked back up at the
superstructure of the warship. "Shall we go in and work our way up?"

Lisa was looking up with me at the antennas and upper platform. She had
a speculative expression on her face. "No, let's start up there and
work our way back down. I bet the view from up there is great. It's
called a crow's nest, isn't it?"

I gestured at the gangplank. "We can ask our friendly staff guy when we
finish. He would be the expert on all things nautical."

The trip up the ladders and between the rusted fittings of unknown
purpose told me a couple of things. One, this ship smelled of oil and
other things manmade. Second, it needed some serious applications of
paint. It was still interesting. I looked for any place that might
house something that would take a key.

When we reached the short ladder leading up to the highest watch
platform on the ship, Lisa gestured for me to lead the way. I clanged
up the metal ladder and rested my hands on the rail. The standing area
was a circle about five feet in diameter and the sides were sheet metal
covering the area up to waist high. I looked around the park from the
high perch as Lisa climbed up to join me.

The park was situated on a small island, right at the tip. A ferry
transporting cars from one side of Galveston Bay to the other was just
passing in the water that was only the length of the ship away to the
front of the Destroyer. I could see several people looking at parts of
the ship and going into the sub via a small ramp leading to its deck,
off to our left. Both vessels were buried in the ground to what would
be the water line. To the far left was a building with the parking lot
behind the ships. On the other side of the parking lot was the gulf
waters on the far side of the island. It wasn't very wide here at this
end.

"The view is really pretty good from up here, isn't it Lisa?" I asked.

"I like the view a lot," she replied. Her voice sounded like she was
only part way up the ladder. When I looked back down, she was actually
in the crow's nest but was on her knees. Lisa reached up and caressed
my legs through my pants.

Looking back around, I could see people going about their business
dozens of feet away, oblivious to the erotic scene unfolding just above
their heads. A woman with a couple of kids smiled and waved at me even
as Lisa was unzipping my pants. Lisa's hand around my stiffening cock
felt wonderful. The woman below was snapping a picture of me waving at
her like an idiot when Lisa swallowed me whole.

Well, the shoe was certainly on the other foot now. I was the
exhibitionist today and Lisa was in control. My adrenaline was pumping
in time with my quickening heartbeat. I couldn't keep my eyes off of
her, but I couldn't stop looking for people seeing us either.

Seeing her smiling at me with her lips wrapped around the length of my
cock was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. She pumped my length
with her fist as she sucked and licked me. Then she pulled me out of
her mouth and began licking my head.

"I did promise you I would make it up to you for teasing you. This way,
I get to have sex with you right out here in the open, and no one can
tell I have that wonderful cock of yours down my throat." With a saucy
smile, she kissed my head and slowly opened her lips and impaled her
face onto me. Slowly, inch by inch, her lips pulled around me as she
swallowed.

I could feel her throat muscles squeezing me as her lips finally kissed
the root of my cock. Her eyes smiled at me as her tongue worked under
the entire length of me in an indescribable sensation.

That was more than I could take. I gripped the rail tightly and looked
down at the deck below as I felt the universe contract around me. My
last coherent thought was astonishment as I saw a Japanese couple by
the bridge taking my picture while my cock exploded, and I could feel
and hear Lisa swallowing my seed as I blasted off like a rocket ship.
My knees weakened, but I managed to keep from collapsing as she
squeezed her lips tightly around me and slowly withdrew, forcing the
last few drops out and onto her tongue.

With a satisfied smile, she tucked me away and zipped my pants. With a
soft pat on my groin, she stood up and slid an arm around my waist and
waved at the Japanese couple. That sparked a few more photographs.

"That, my love, is better than Hawk." She stuck her tongue out and I
saw the thin coating of my own seed on that sweet, pink tongue. An
offering.

I kissed her deeply, tasting myself. After a moment, I drew back, still
in her embrace, with my arms holding her tightly. "You taste much
better but thank you for sharing."

Lisa giggled and together we waved at the friendly tourists' last
picture before we climbed back down. "So, how did *you* like your day
in the spotlight?"

"I like being anywhere with you. Together." I replied. "Thank you." I
kissed her deeply and then we made our way up the walk to the bridge,
nodding politely at the confused looking tourists.

Lisa smiled and bowed to them. "Ted, why don't you go look over the
bridge for a minute.

As they bowed back to Lisa, I smiled with my own confusion and went
into the bridge. Unlike the exterior, the instruments here gleamed. I
started looking around for any place that could hide something.

I was mostly finished looking when Lisa came in and smiled brightly at
me. "Find anything?" At my shaking head, she nodded. "I wouldn't think
it would be in plain sight or in a common area. We need to head below
decks and get out of the tourist area if we are going to find
anything."

"Are you going to tell me what that was all about?" I asked bemusedly.

"Nope," she saucily replied. "Maybe one day. Come on, champ. Lets go
find the goods and get the bastard, whoever he is, nailed."

The gangway into the interior of the ship smelled even worse than the
exterior. I could hardly imagine how the sailors could stand it on
those long cruises. The smell of machines and men long gone commingled
into a thin soup that colored the inside of the ship in my senses. The
gangway went lower than this next deck but was closed off by a steel
mesh door. A door with a lock.

Lisa slipped in front of me and tried the bigger of the keys and the
lock clicked open. "Bingo! I win the big jackpot! Woo Hoo!" She opened
the door and we slid inside. Lisa pushed it shut behind us. "Better
safe than sorry. Come on."

The passage below was dark but work lights were strung along the length
of the corridor. I found the switch and flipped the lights on. The
close fitting corridor ran from the front of the ship to the back.
Pipes of unknown purpose were above our heads. Walking required being
careful if I didn't want to bang my head on the pipes.

Lisa struck out to follow the pipes to the back of the ship. "Let's
start in back and work our way forward." Closed hatches led to rooms on
the left and right, but she ignored them. The hall ended in another
closed hatch. We both looked at it for a moment before we figured out
which way to turn the wheel to unlock it.

The door opened with a metallic groan that seemed to echo through what
must have been the entire ship. It sounded loud enough to wake the
dead. Lisa stared at me with wide eyes as I held my breath. No other
noise seemed to indicate anyone had heard it, though.

When our hearts slowed down, we slipped through the door and into the
room beyond. The ceiling soared above our heads and huge engines filled
the room.

"Wow, the engine room. There must be a million places in here to hide
something," I said. "Let's split up and look. I'll take the right side
and you take the left." At her nod, I slid into the shadow of the area
to the right and we began searching.

After fifteen minutes, I was grimy and greasy. I was also empty-handed.
The only spot left on this side was a crawlspace at the very back, in a
pool of darkness. My skin crawled at the thought of sticking my hands
or body in there, but I sucked it up and reached into the inky
blackness. There was something in there, something wooden. I felt a
handle and pulled it out. A flat wooden box with a shiny, brass
padlock.

"Lisa! I found it! I'm coming out!" I shouted.

The box was not easy to move. It had some real weight to it. With
having to crawl and pull it at the same time, it took a few minutes for
me to get it out and into the open. I stretched my aching back and
turned to the interior of the room. I frowned. Lisa was nowhere to be
seen.

"Lisa?" I called out again.

"Right here," an unknown male voice said as he thrust Lisa out in front
of him, a pistol pushed into her back. "Don't be stupid," he said with
what sounded like an educated voice. The man was not unknown to me.
Lisa and I had seen him taking money from the DA in the tape earlier
today. "Open it."

"I don't have the key," I said. "How did you get in here?"

"Not that it matters," he said with a chuckle that chilled me, "but I
picked the lock. Give him the key, Miss Davis." He emphasized the order
with a sharp jab of the pistol to her back.

Reluctantly, she pulled the keys from her pocket and tossed them onto
the deck in front of me. They jingled loudly in the deep silence that
surrounded us.

My eyes flitted to the left and right, looking for a weapon of any
kind. Nothing. With a sigh, picked up the keys and unlocked the
padlock.

"Why all this? You have us now, at least tell us why before you do
whatever you're going to do." I said.

"How melodramatic. You don't know me so I don't have to kill you. I'll
be taking the evidence with me so it would just be your unsupported
word. I have the tape you were so kind as to leave in your car for me.
I'll take that, lock you in and we all walk away from this," the old
man said. "Open it."

"Is that why you killed Calvin?" Lisa asked with a choked voice. "Why
you would have killed me? Why you almost killed Ted?"

The man laughed a menacing, sinister laugh. "Do you think this is some
kind of mystery story where the villain will tell you all his secrets
in some final confrontation? Spare me. Accept that your friend needed
to die because he knew too much and wouldn't back off. I advise you to
not make the same mistakes as he did. You are much too pretty to die so
young. Open the case before I change my mind, Mister Stansbury."

Lacking options, I pulled the lock off and opened the wooden lid.
Inside were several items. Three videocassettes, what looked like a
bank ledger and a computer CD in a case. I looked back at him. "Send
her over and I give you the stuff."

That earned another laugh. "You think you are calling the shots, Mister
Stansbury? Think again. Slide the contents over here and I will leave
you a live woman. Do you understand me?"

I sighed and pulled out one of the videotapes and casually tossed it
into the wall behind him. It clattered loudly and made him curse.

"Do you want me to shoot your girlfriend? Don't try that again!" He
slid back and away from Lisa. "Walk forward, Miss Davis. Go to your
friend."

Lisa locked eyes with me and started forward. The man slid back and to
the wall. He watched us and I waited. His eyes flicked down and he bent
to get the tape.

While he was reaching, I slid the computer CD out and onto the floor
beside the box. A risk but worth it, I thought. When he had the tape
and was again looking, my hands were on the box and Lisa had stepped
between him and the secreted evidence. I didn't want to, but I gave up
the rest of the evidence. He slid them into a small bag over his
shoulder. I must have missed it in the dark, against his dark clothes.

"Show me the inside of the box," he commanded. I tilted it up for him.

He picked up the things I had slid out to him and backed toward the
door. "I'm glad you saw reason. This could have been much more
difficult." He opened the hatch and backed out. From outside the door,
he reached down and picked up what looked like a wine bottle filled
with some fluid.

"Too bad for you that I am not a very honorable fellow, eh?" He smashed
it to the floor in front of the hatch and I rushed forward a few steps.


The pistol came back up and I threw myself to the side. The gunshot was
incredibly loud in the closed off, metal room. I covered my head as the
round bounced through the room. Thank god we weren't hit.

He pulled something out of his pocket even as I scrambled to my feet. I
heard Lisa running to the side behind me. It was a lighter. With a
flick that seemed to take an hour, he brought the flame to life and it
fell in a slow tumble. The smell of gasoline was growing very strong.
Then the floor ignited in a flash and half the room was on fire.

Laughing almost maniacally, the man slammed the hatch and it locked.
The sound of something metal against the door could be heard, probably
jamming the hatch.

I turned and Lisa scrambled back with me, snatching up the CD. "What do
we do?" she screamed. "We're going to burn alive!"

Desperately, I looked for an alternate exit but there seemed to be
none. We were trapped.

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