Collecting the Debt

Collecting the debt   Part Two

 

The dirt track was tight but Stephanie manoeuvred the car unto they came to a clearing.

“jeez that was tight, how the hell does any one find this place. Good job you caught the sign”.

“There it is, to the right” said Julie. She pointed to a tiny condominium with barred windows. The building stood by itself and must have been at least 4 or 5 miles from the nearest other neighbours.

“Ok let’s check in to the office before we go in”. Stephanie pulled her cell phone from her handbag. “Shit there’s no fucking signal, shit, shit, and shit”

“Mines dead too” said Julie. “What shall we do?

Stephanie had lit another cigarette “Well after all this journey I am not going away without trying. Hey, we did try to call in so we can call in later on the way to El Paso”

“Well according to the records she lives by herself, so although the regulations state we must check with the office first, I am pretty sure we are on safe grounds” said Julie.

“Seems pretty quite around, no sign of life. Hope she remembers the date”.

“Ok” said Stephanie “you stay in the car and I will go to the door. Once she opens, I will signal you, and you come and witness the collection and sign the receipt”.

“Sure” said Julie “please be careful, no one knows where the hell we are”.

“No problems” said Stephanie “I have a feelings about difficult jobs and this is not one of them. This is going to be an easy job”.

Stephanie got out of the car, took a final deep drag on her cigarette, exhaled the smoke into the air and stamped out the butt under her 3” heels.

Julie watched as Stephanie reached the door and rang the bell. The door opened and Julie saw an attractive woman motion Stephanie in. Then the door closed.

Fuck, thought Julie. This was not supposed to happen, where was the signal!  

Ok I will give her a couple of minutes and hopefully she will be out. Julie checked her cell again. No signal strength. Shit!

Julie waited exactly 5 minutes and decided she would go and find out what the hell was happening. She knew that Stephanie was good at her job and would have called her in by now. Just as Julie was exiting the car, the door to the house opened and a young Mexican looking girl of about 17 came running out.

“Please come with me your friend is not well”. ‘Not well’ thought Julie, she was fine 5 minutes ago. “What’s wrong with her”. “Come see” said the girl.

Julie walked with the girl and entered the building.” Stephanie, what’s up” she called.

The girl was behind her when all of a sudden she felt a thud on her head and all was dark.

Stephanie had heard Julie calling but she was unable to respond. Primarily this was due to a large amount of cloth being wedged in her mouth with what seemed like a whole role of gaffer tape holding it in place. A muffled sound was all she could produce and even this was difficult due to amount of packing in her mouth.

She was sat on the floor of the basement. She had been led there at gunpoint as soon as she had entered the house. Shit, why had she forgotten the golden rule and not signalled to Julie as soon as the door was opened by a striking mexican type girl of about 16.  The thought of a 16 year old girl causing her problems never entered her head.

Complacency had been her downfall, and now here she was sat on the floor of a basement, wrists tied tightly behind her with yards of rope, her ankles and knees also tightly bound with her mouth overflowing with whatever had been stuffed in there. She dreaded to think but was sure she could taste urine and shit. And no one knew where Julie or her were.