“We need his phone, his wallet and his bank card,” she said to the boy.
“Does it matter?” said Spencer.
Christ he was an amateur.
“f**k yeah, he was never here. Ben, has anyone touched you or given you drugs?” she said.
“No, but he tried,” he replied, pointing at the guy.
“Phone and wallet!” she shouted.
The boy was glancing uneasily at the man. There was only one result that Shannon could accept. Nothing must trace back to Ben, her, or Spencer.
“Watch this,” she said.
She drove her fist into the man’s face. There was a spray of blood from the nose. There was a scream of pain.
“You’re next.”
The boy scrambled to the mattress and pushed the girl off. He lifted it and pulled out the wallet and Ben’s mobile. He handed them to her and found a debit card in his back pocket.
“Who the
