CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
Dicko slapped a clammy hand over her mouth before Georgie could yell out the open window. She struggled against him, trying to reach over Ealding to honk the horn. One of them elbowed her in the breast.
Ealding killed the engine. As he pushed open the driver’s door, he said to Dicko, ‘Keep her quiet.’
His mate grunted and wrapped his free arm around her neck, pulling her against his chest, effectively headlocking her.
She thrashed, trying to find leverage from the floor, dash, seat. Dicko wrapped a leg over the top of her and pressed her into the seat so hard that the inner frame jabbed her thighs.
He bit her earlobe and snarled, ‘We don’t want to spoil the fun, do we?’
Ealding nodded, then jumped down from the van. Georgie watched over Dicko’s shoulder, horrified,
