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down there someplace.”
    “I don’t feel great about this,” Trey sighed, gunning the Thunderbird’s engine.
    “Nor do I,” Mancini huffed. “But we don’t have a whole lot of options here.”
    The side road merged into a downward sloping dirt track, surrounded by tall overhanging trees. The Thunderbird bounced and rocked from side to side as the wheels rolled across the pot holes on the dirt track’s surface. Trey slowed the car to little more than walking pace.
    “These damn craters aren’t doing my ride any favors,” he moaned. “I just hope we don’t get a flat.”
    “Not much further now,” Mancini said. “We’re nearly at the shoreline.”
    “What are we going to do with her body, man? Just dump her in the sea?”
    “We’ll place her where somebody will find her,” Mancini said. “I know it’s a shitty thing to do but we can’t allow ourselves to get tangled up with the authorities.”
    Trey sighed and shook his head. He glanced in the rear view mirror and watched the girl’s head flop from side to side as the car juddered over the dirt track.
    The narrow track came to a dead end a few yards from a secluded, pebble covered beach. A spot for vehicle turning circled around to their right and a clump of low hanging trees stood to the left of the beach. Trey brought the car to a stop a few feet from the surface of pebbles.
    “We’ll put her amongst those trees,” Mancini said, pointing to their left. “Then we’ll give the interior a wipe down and get rid of all that blood.”
    Trey cut the engine and applied the park brake so the Thunderbird wouldn’t roll forward onto the beach. He stared forward through the windshield and watched the low waves break onto the pebbles. He wished he’d stayed in California and hadn’t been so eager to become involved in this particular assignment. Mancini seemed a callous kind of guy and nothing seemed to matter to him but carrying out his damn mission.
    “Come on, let’s get this done,” Mancini barked , as he jumped out of the car. “Time is against us.”
    Trey glanced back into his rear view mirror and his skin went cold. The girl’s eyes snapped open and she glared straight at him with those frighteningly familiar jet black eyes and piercing orange pupils. He whimpered and felt his heart hammering in his chest as his breathing rapidly increased. Trey’s eyes flicked to Mancini who stood beside the passenger door facing the sea. He slowly moved his right hand and unbuckled his seat belt. The girl opened her mouth and emitted a low groan. She wriggled inside the blanket, trying to throw it off her shoulders.
    Mancini spun around when he heard the girl growling and Trey quickly flung open the car door. He hauled himself sideways to get out of the vehicle but the girl flung the blanket off her and launched herself forward, leaning into the front seats. Her hands clasped around the back of Trey’s neck and her head jerked towards his exposed flesh.
    “Shit,” Mancini hissed and leaned into the car. He grabbed the girl’s head with both hands. His right hand clasped around her lower jaw and he gripped her hair with his left, rocking her head backwards. The girl’s hands still gripped Trey’s neck and her fingers pulled at his skin. She hissed and gurgled in a deep throaty groan.
    “Get her off! Get her off me, man,” Trey wailed, grabbing the steering wheel and attempting to pull himself free from the girl’s clutches.
    “I’m trying to keep her teeth away from you,” Mancini grunted, thrusting the woman’s head back as hard as he could push.
    The girl violently shook her head, in an attempt to throw off Mancini’s grip. He hung onto her frizzy hair and her lower jaw, leaned further forward then twisted her sideways and shoved her backwards so she thumped against the backseat, releasing her grip on Trey in the process. Trey dived out of the open driver’s door and sprawled frontwards onto the dirt track beside the car.
    Mancini wrestled