Chapter 116: The Virgin And The Masters, Part 27, Taken

CHARLOTTE

Sitting quietly, I look carefully around me, trying not to be conspicuous about it. I am inside, in effect, a tin box.

Will the tracer signal get through this?

Almost certainly, no...

We have changed cars twice, and now I am locked in the back of a truck. I still have three tracers with me, all different, but the odds are that, just now, no-one can pick up the signal from any of them.

Master, Michael, where are you? Are you looking for me?

At some point, presumably, I will be taken from the truck to... who-knows-where? Perhaps the signal will be detectable then, at least while I am outdoors.

But it may be brief. Will someone be watching the monitor then?

And, when all is said and done, despite my anxiety, I need my captors to take me... wherever they are taking me...

Don´t give them trouble. Don´t make them tie you up. Keep your hands free...

I am being guarded. A man with a gun and an unfriendly expression sits by the tailgate, blocking my exit. However