Chapter Thirteen
The Taking Of Pamela Harris
According to the police report, when Pamela Bryce Harris, heiress to the Harris millions, was kidnapped, she was wearing nothing but her bathrobe and a pair of panties; she still wore the same things now as she sat in total darkness on the bare wooden floor of a narrow closet. The small-breasted blonde looked like she had collapsed in place. Her slumped shoulders rested back against the far wall, her sagging head lolling down on her chest, extended legs angling out before her so that her bare feet were pressed up against the closet door. Slack-limbed, like some rag doll that had been tossed into the corner to be neglected, the bedraggled girl’s mind floated, while her body slipped further into its dull lethargy.
Scattered thoughts came to her
