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Morris slips Tina’s pink phone into his pocket and yanks a cord from her desktop computer. ‘Turn around. Hands behind you.’

‘Did you shoot her?’ Tears are running down Tina’s cheeks. ‘Was that the sound I heard? Did you shoot my moth—’

Morris slaps her, and hard. Blood flies from Tina’s nose and the corner of her mouth. Her eyes widen in shock.

‘You need to shut your quack and turn around. Hands behind you.’

Tina does it, sobbing. Morris ties her wrists together at the small of her back, cinching the knots viciously.

‘Ow! Ow, mister! That’s too tight!’

‘Deal with it.’ He wonders vaguely how many shots might be left in his old pal’s gun. Two will be enough; one for the thief and one for the thief’s sister. ‘Walk. Downstairs. Out the kitchen door. Let’s go. Hup-two-three-four.’

She looks back at him, her eyes huge and bloodshot and swimming with tears. ‘Are you going to rape me?’

‘No,’ Morris says, then adds something that is all the more terrifying because she doesn’t understand it: ‘I won’t make that mistake again.’