CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Hannah
The men sounded really close when High Voice said, ‘You took the other one didn’t ya?’
Hannah’s heart banged. She didn’t know what they were talking about.
The other one?
‘The f**k you say that for, Dicko?’
So, High Voice was called Dicko. Hannah filed it, just hoping she could get away and use the information against the pervs. It’d be a nickname but at least it was something.
Scuffles and grunts made her think they’d started fighting. The dog went berko, barking and growling, until one of them laughed.
‘Another beer, mate?’
‘Yeah.’
They moved away, but Hannah could still hear them clearly. She guessed they’d left the door open, probably to keep an eye on her.
She snuck a few peeks when she could tell it was safe, and each time got more depressed.
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