More talking I did not understand inside, the scrape of a bolt being drawn, and then Wendy’s voice. “Come in David, with your hands up and close the door behind you. Do not say anything except to answer questions.”
I opened the door, stepped in and then closed it behind me. I put my hands back up as another instruction was whispered in one language and translated by Wendy, somewhere in the darkness.
“Lock the door, David.” Wendy sounded tired.
I locked the door and turned to face the dark room, not able to make out much in the gloom. There were a couple of windows up at the roof level but my eyes were yet to adjust.
More whispering then “Stand still, do not move or talk no matter what she does.”
I nodded my understanding and a small figure with a very large gun approached. Louisa woul
