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...