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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 148 из 173People camerunning out of offices, shops, and restaurants, headed for the exit door. Within seconds, the hall was jammed, with everyone fighting to get out. The two men were trying to find Kelly in the crowd. When they finally got to where they had last seen her, Kelly had disappeared.
* * *
ROCKENDORF'S RESTAURANT WAS getting crowded.
"I was waiting for a friend," Diane explained to Greg Holliday, the attractive man she had invited to her table. "It looks like she wasn't able to make it." "Too bad. Are you in Berlin on a visit?" Yes.
"It is a beautiful city. I am a happily married man, or I would offer to be your escort. But there are some excellent tours in Berlin that I can recommend." "That would be nice," Diane said absently. She glanced toward the entrance. The two men were walking out the door. They would be waiting for her outside. It was time to make her move.
"As a matter of fact," Diane said, "I'm here with a group." She looked at her watch. "They're waiting for me now. If you wouldn't mind walking me out to a taxi-" "Not at all." A few moments later, they were heading out the exit.
Diane felt a deep sense of relief. The two men might attack her alone, but she did not think they would attack her with a man at her side. It would attract too much attention.
When Diane and Greg Holliday stepped outside, the two men were nowhere in sight.
A taxi was in front of the restaurant, a Mercedes parked behind it.
Diane said, "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Holliday. I hope-" Holliday smiled and took her arm, gripping it so tightly that Diane felt an agonizing pain.
She looked at him, startled. "What-?" "Why don't we take the car?" he said softly. He was pulling Diane toward the Mercedes. His grip tightened.
"No, I don't want to-" As they reached the car, Diane saw the men from the restaurant sitting inside, on the front seat.
Horrified, Diane suddenly understood how she had been trapped, and she was filled with an overwhelming terror.
"Please," she said. "Don't. I-" She felt herself being shoved into the car.
Greg Holliday moved in beside Diane and closed the door.
"Schnell!" As the car pulled into the heavy traffic, Diane found herself becoming hysterical. "Please-" Greg Holliday turned to her and smiled reassuringly. "You can relax. I am not going to hurt you.
I promise you that by tomorrow, you will be on your way home." He reached into a cloth pocket attached to the back of the driver's seat and took out a hypodermic needle.
"I'm going to give you a shot.
* * *
ROCKENDORF'S RESTAURANT WAS getting crowded.
"I was waiting for a friend," Diane explained to Greg Holliday, the attractive man she had invited to her table. "It looks like she wasn't able to make it." "Too bad. Are you in Berlin on a visit?" Yes.
"It is a beautiful city. I am a happily married man, or I would offer to be your escort. But there are some excellent tours in Berlin that I can recommend." "That would be nice," Diane said absently. She glanced toward the entrance. The two men were walking out the door. They would be waiting for her outside. It was time to make her move.
"As a matter of fact," Diane said, "I'm here with a group." She looked at her watch. "They're waiting for me now. If you wouldn't mind walking me out to a taxi-" "Not at all." A few moments later, they were heading out the exit.
Diane felt a deep sense of relief. The two men might attack her alone, but she did not think they would attack her with a man at her side. It would attract too much attention.
When Diane and Greg Holliday stepped outside, the two men were nowhere in sight.
A taxi was in front of the restaurant, a Mercedes parked behind it.
Diane said, "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Holliday. I hope-" Holliday smiled and took her arm, gripping it so tightly that Diane felt an agonizing pain.
She looked at him, startled. "What-?" "Why don't we take the car?" he said softly. He was pulling Diane toward the Mercedes. His grip tightened.
"No, I don't want to-" As they reached the car, Diane saw the men from the restaurant sitting inside, on the front seat.
Horrified, Diane suddenly understood how she had been trapped, and she was filled with an overwhelming terror.
"Please," she said. "Don't. I-" She felt herself being shoved into the car.
Greg Holliday moved in beside Diane and closed the door.
"Schnell!" As the car pulled into the heavy traffic, Diane found herself becoming hysterical. "Please-" Greg Holliday turned to her and smiled reassuringly. "You can relax. I am not going to hurt you.
I promise you that by tomorrow, you will be on your way home." He reached into a cloth pocket attached to the back of the driver's seat and took out a hypodermic needle.
"I'm going to give you a shot.