At the third time of asking, the vending machine accepted Andrew’s note and dropped a candy bar into the tray. Picking it out he stepped to the side, out of sight, and greedily ate the chocolate. It was not much but it would do for now. As he crumpled the paper and dropped it into the bin, he heard a car door slam, then another. Peeking out his heart sank. Inside the car, he saw first Ellen and then Maria. Finally, the unmistakable figure of Mr Paul. The girls stared forward, scared, and shocked, as his would-be-assassin sat in the back, as carefree as a man being taken for a Sunday drive.
Back in his room, he checked his phone but there were no messages to warn him. Phone in pocket, he flung the door open and ran to his car, his hands fumbling with the keys. As soon as the engine caught,
