He doused her with water again. “You have the box, what more do you want?” she shrieked, hoping they hadn’t figured it out.

“The key, you little liar!” Michael shouted into her face, his blond hair plastered to his fat head. Damn, so they did know. She was suddenly very, very glad she’d destroyed it after their first encounter.

“I don’t know anything about a key! It’s just a latched Minoan box! Probably 4700 years old, from Crete!” She knew all of these things to be true. So did Michael.

“You viper!” he screamed, turning red. She shifted in the chair, her arms were finally free of the zip tie, thanks to the metal eyes of protection on her bracelet. Thank you, crazy old Turkish lady. She had to get out, now.

She shoved him away with her feet. What could she hit him with? The fire extinguisher would have to do, she decided. She grabbed it off the wall as the portly man came flying towards her, and swung it right at his head. It connected with a sickening thud, and she let it drop to the floor.