“That shouldn’t be too hard; I’m not quite up to par at the moment.” Vance touched the sling. “So, from the fact you’re here, I gather someone found you before you died.”
“No, I’m a ghost,” she sneered. “Yes, some vagrant. At least he was willing to listen to reason and get me out of there before the man you jacked called the cops and they showed up. I’ve been looking for you ever since.”
“Well, you found me, so now what?”
“Now we leave, and I take you some place very secluded, and we play how loud will you beg before I decide to kill you. Get up.”
Vance nodded and stood. The last thing he wanted was a shootout in the middle of the crowded zoo, so he obediently let her take him out to the parking lot. Her car was at the far edge, close to an exit. She opened the driver’s side door, ordering him to get in and slide across to the passenger seat. “Try anything and I shoot you here and now, not to kill but to definitely to stop you,” she told him.