Chapter 35“What are you doing?” Zofia said.
Richard grabbed her purse and handcuffed her other hand in front of her. Without a word, he spun her about. Both hands on her shoulders, he pushed her forward, down the alley.
“Richard, will you explain yourself, please?”
He said nothing, but kept her in front of himself, and guided her forward. The alley turned to the right and opened up.
“Where are you taking me? Am I under arrest?” she asked, a little more than terrified, now.
Shoes crunching on gravel and snapping bits of glass, they strode to where several garbage dumpsters huddled against old, crumbling brick buildings. The stench of garbage and grease heavy in the humid air. Spindly weeds made brave attempts at life against the building.
Richard brought her to a halt.
“Zofia, how go
