Erica lay in the noisy interior of what she suspected was the back of a van belonging to either Jansen or O’Brien. Using all her senses to ascertain her situation, she speculated that the van hadn’t been cleaned for a good couple of days as the distinct smell of petrol and stale paint waffled through the air. Erica could only hazard a wild guess what sign the pair had painted on the side of the van in deliberate disguise. The fact that she had been blindfolded even before she left the house made it all the more difficult to describe what the van actually looked like. Given the amount of leg room she could experience, however, she estimated that it was possibly about the size of an electrician’s trade vehicle.
Something nearby rattled and rolled metallically as she felt the van turn a shar
