Linda laughed, though even to her ears it sounded forced.<br/><br/><strong>"If I'm late, a squad car will be breaking down the door in thirty."</strong>She informed him, even as she felt him wrap the cord of her hair dryer around her neck and tighten it.  Her breath changed, deeper, long, as if she was trying to hold back her fear.<strong>"If you kill me, you'll never make it to prison.  They'll put a bullet in your head before the end of the week.  Police avenge their own."</strong>She paused, a shiver running up her spine.<br/><br/><strong>"What are you?  Who are you?"</strong>She demanded, as if only just realizing that he had shocked her breast with nothing but his finger.