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Craig Wilson ran until his heart was ready to explode. Shit! That way is blocked. He turned down the alley then regretted his actions when someone’’s fist connected with his jaw. He fell to the ground, and his momentum rolled him into the industrial-sized bin standing outside the rear of the Chinese takeaway, where he and his mate Johnny had eaten many times over the years, including the previous night. His head struck the large wheel of the bin. Blood trickled down his forehead and onto his cheek. His terror was compounded by the first signs of a concussion. Craig held up his hands. Hey, it’s all cool. You’ve had your fun, guys.

Moronic laughter filled his ears. The three men quickly closed in on him. His eyes flickered shut to block out the evil looks on their faces. He heard the sound of a train slowing down on the track. Past the men, he spotted the car held up in traffic at the entrance of the alley, and that was when he saw her—the beautiful girl in her early twenties. Her long hair shifted around her shoulders as she sat forward in her seat. He quickly averted his eyes, but it was too late; the three men had already seen her.

Don’t just stand there. Get after her!

The man’s two associates rushed out of the alley, but the traffic had begun moving. Craig heaved a relieved sigh. It was the penultimate emotion he remembered feeling. The final one was fear as the leader of the gang laid into him, punch after punch. The blows came thick and fast. There was nothing Craig could do to prevent the pounding. He wasn’t a fighter—he was a mere office boy. He’d never been in any trouble, nothing of this magnitude anyway. All he could think about was the terrified look he’d witnessed in the young woman’s eyes. He hoped with every inch of his being that the men didn’t catch up with her. Ouch! Fuck! Why?

The man stopped hitting him and resorted to kicking him instead. A boot to the stomach had him doubled over and screaming, but his punishment only seemed to increase the more he cried out. The final blow he felt was the man’s boot connecting with his face. The lights went out instantly.


Donna continued her journey into work that morning, constantly looking in her rear-view mirror. The men had been mere inches from her car, scaring her half to death. Fortunately, the traffic lights had changed. As soon as the car in front began moving, she seized the opportunity to drive into the empty lane next to her and put her foot down. She glanced in her mirror and witnessed the men’s frustration. Turning back to help the man was out of the question, though. She used the rest of the ten-minute journey into her office to think of what she should do next.

In the open-plan office at the call centre where she worked, she sat down at her desk. Her friend and colleague Mandy looked up from her paperwork and gasped. Hi, Donna. Shit! You look rough. Late night out last night?

No, she snapped. Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so harsh. Mandy, I’m beside myself. Never been caught up in something like this before, and I have no idea what I should do.

Mandy left her chair and perched her backside on Donna’s desk. A problem shared and all that. Have you fallen out with Drew again?

No, it’s nothing like that. She sucked in a large breath, trying to steady her nerves.

What is it? You can tell me.

She shook her head. I’m so scared right now. Afraid if I utter the words, my whole world will collapse around me.

Honey, if you’re carrying that kind of burden around with you, it’s going to have a detrimental effect on your health before long. You look ill, Donna.

She clenched her fists and opened them again. Okay, but this is between you and me, for now.

Mandy placed her hands on her thighs and leaned in close. You can count on me.

Donna inhaled and exhaled a few large breaths then explained what had happened during her journey into work.

What? Are you kidding me? Was the man seriously hurt? Could he be dead?

Oh God! Don’t say that, Mandy. I could never forgive myself if I found out he’d lost his life.

But you said the men were laying into him.

They were. Perhaps he cheated with one of their wives or girlfriends. Oh, I don’t know, I’m probably clutching at straws. You can see my dilemma, though, can’t you?

Mandy sat upright and shook her head briskly. No, not really. I would’ve been on the phone to the police at the scene.

Really? Even if two of the guys came after you? You should’ve seen their faces. Evil, they were. Lord knows what would’ve happened to me if they’d caught me.

Okay, well, that’s even more reason for you to call the police, Donna. You’re nuts if you don’t.

Elizabeth, the supervisor, swanned into the