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I tried with every fibre in my body to move, my love for this girl had instantly turned to hate and
now I wanted to get off this bed and hurt her, maim her, kill her. My brain was bursting and

screaming. How could I have been so stupid as to believe a beautiful girl would fall for an old man
like me?

I heard her opening the wicker hamper and then she was tying my hands and feet to the bed. A
sense of relief that she expected me to recover and was therefore restraining me was quickly
quashed with the memory of what Mick Hagley had suffered. Not only was she a pathological killer
she was an accomplished torturer and just like Hagley, I too knew not the whereabouts of the
Guatemala memo.

There was a sudden rushing noise and the sound of something crumpling to the floor. My eyes
were still watering but I could detect movement at the foot of the bed. I felt my ankles and then my
hands being released from their bonds. What could she be doing? Had she injected me with too
much Succinylcholine Chloride and so was leaving me to be discovered in bed having died of heart
failure? Yet this couldn’t be so, I was starting to feel movement again in my fingers and my eyes
blinked. I did not want to give away my recovery, I determined to lie perfectly still until such time as
I could spring from the bed and overpower her.

‘How are you feeling Herr Baumann?’

Herr Baumann? There were only a couple of people who knew the name of the Stasi worker. I
blinked my eyes until I could recognise the figure at the foot of the bed.

‘Gregor! What are you doing here?’

‘Your boss rang my father. He thought you may be in danger and asked if I could come over and
keep an eye out for you.’

‘Well you certainly took your time breaking in.’

‘Sorry, but you seemed to be having a good time. It was only when things went very quite I thought
something may be wrong. I had a look in the hamper, she certainly had a few treats in store.’

I sat up and glanced around the room. Gabriela lay in a crumpled heap with her hands tied behind
her back.

I dressed and as I promised him I would, I called Inspector Harvey.

Sergeant Earl must have broken all records as they arrived in minutes.

‘You mean this is our pathological killer?’ Harvey seemed incredulous.

‘Don’t be taken in by her beauty,’ I replied, ‘you can charge her with attempted murder, mine, to
begin with and the hamper is evidence of her torturous intent.’

Earl opened the hamper and held up a pair of pliers.