The Return of the Murderman, P.2
“Really,â? was his only answer. She sat down at the computer next to him and logged into her account. DETECTIVE MARSHALL , the screen read. She typed the name of the man she knew was back, SAWYER , WILLIAM. The memories came flooding back wildly, the time she was
locked in the car trunk for hours. Her hands taped behind her back and duck-tape over her mouth. It was a low-down trunk, low enough for her to swing her legs up and kick the top open. She found a sharp edge in the ware house that the car had been stored at and cut the duck-tape from her wrists. She had ripped the duck-tape off and grabbed her guns when the man walked back in holding a gun.