Roxanne, sitting in the back of a van that smelled like sweaty gym clothes, with her hands tied behind her back, she felt flustered. Unlike Tom, they hadn't blindfolded her. She looked around for any details that might tell her who had taken her. Falling over a little to the left, Roxanne could tell the van was banking a turn.
“What do you want?" she asked. She craned her neck to see the two men who snatched her on the seat in front of her.
“Shut up," one of the men said. She could only see the backs of their heads, yet she could tell they bore big muscles. Her purse, still draped across her chest, wasn't much use. Roxanne realized she'd left her phone on the table at the coffee shop. Tom probably took it, she thought, but she probably wouldn't get a chance to call it.
“You won't get a
