Natalie tries to focus. The bump at the back of her head is throbbing. She tries to move her hand to the bump, but her hands are tied. She tries to see who is talking to her. But she can only smell the cigarette smoke. “Where are you, coward!” She spits the words out.
“Detective, I am no coward, here I am, I am not hiding. Look down and you will see me” A man says mockingly in French.
She tries to look down, but the movement makes the rope tighten a little around her neck. So she looks up again. It is Serge Taduk. The serial killer. Her mind is racing. Why did he put her in a noose, what did she do wrong? “Why am I here?” She demands.
“You tell me detective; this is my home, and you were snooping around without an invitation.” He says with that mocking tone agai
