Chapter 27

Cullen never saw it coming; he was too preoccupied with getting out of there, fumbling for the key to disengage the double locking system of the front door. The bitch had stabbed him, came at him like a wailing banshee from the shadows, plunging the scissors deep into his shoulder. He moved, trying to block her strike, deflecting the main force with his forearm, but she’d still managed to nick the main artery. He was bleeding out fast. The seconds ticking away.

The youths dragged him to the car, he was still semi-conscious. Cullen’s eyes focused then blurred as they loaded Reid’s battered carcass in to the boot, maybe he was already dead. He caught their eye, saw them exchange a glance. He knew that look; the one that said he was a dead man walking, it was just that his brain hadn’t caught up yet.

Cullen tried to talk, the words dying in his mouth as his body entered shut down mode. His last thoughts, at least he’d be dead, so no chance of being buried alive, leaving him to choke his last breath in the damp squib.