Her spit, her anger, the word 'cunt' on the woman's tongue – Al felt as if he was remembering himself, his real self, in the exhilaration of the moment, as he strode towards Dwayne and the struggling woman.<br/><br/>'Family jewels.  We'll see her secret rubies and pearls all right!'<br/><br/>He smiled, feeling he was in charge, in charge of himself and the situation.  Yes he was.  Cocaine would be his soon, the release into his system, he could feel it already – but for the present moment everything was crystal-clear.  Over his shoulder: 'Close eye on that woman in the office now.  And her shoes!  She'll be looking for a way to get free!'<br/><br/>Damn but damn, they should have decided on code-words for each other.<br/><br/>Don't worry, don't worry, Aaron's on alert, he'll know I'm talking to him.<br/><br/>Dwayne wanted to speechify all right, and Al smiled.  They were both feeling a bit triumphant.  Dangerous moment: need to stay alert,<br/><br/>Al could see the pain on the woman's face even as she defied Dwayne.  From behind her, Al got his right arm round her neck, elbow at the front.  He took her weight and pulled so she had to half-crouch.  Fuck the woman, already her hands in the cuffs were fumbling to get a hold of him, her legs balancing as if to try and kick him.   She was a fighter all right.<br/><br/>'Just find the key to lock the door and I'll take the Bitch on inside.  OK Number 2?'<br/><br/>Maybe if Dwayne answered him 'Number 1' they'd know they were understanding each other.<br/><br/>Then the woman in his grasp writhed as he began to drag her across the floor.  'That's your name name, Gabby, isn't it, Gabby?  No, it isn't, it's Bitch.  C'mon, Bitch!'