'Get out!'
She got out and the man put a hand on her shoulder to steer her through a narrow doorway. She was guided along a dark passageway; it smelt of oil and petrol. The hand on her shoulder made her stop while the other one fumbled for a light switch. The light came on and Sue saw that she was in some kind of a cellar. The stone walls had been whitewashed at some point in the distant past but now they were green with damp and paint was peeling off.
'In here!' snarled the driver. He opened a wooden door and pushed Sue through. Again she had to wait for the lights to go on before finding out that she was now in a lock-up garage. There was no car, only an oil drum and two wheels with thread-bare tyres on them lying flat on the oily floor. There was a black hose hanging up on one wall and a calendar showing a semi-clad girl advertising exhaust systems on another. Her toothy smile seemed totally alien to Sue.
'You're the killer aren't you!' she stammered through her fear.
The man did not reply.
Sue was going through agony inside her head. Scott had been wrong. Thelwell had not been the ripper. The ripper was here with her in this lonely place and no one knew she was here! 'What are you going to do to me?' she asked as if in response to some subconscious urge to have her fate spelled out.
'Anything I damn well please,' snarled the man. 'Over there. Move!' The man pushed Sue hard in the back and she stumbled and fell headlong to the floor. She grazed her knees and one elbow on the rough concrete. In a trice the man was securing her feet with a length of electrical cable which he brought out from an old chest of drawers in the corner. Sue could sense that man was enjoying her fear. He seemed to be feeding on it. She stiffened as he put his hand on her knee and watched her reaction. He seemed pleased with the way she stiffened and slowly moved his hand below her skirt, kneading his fingers into her leg, watching her eyes while he did it.
'Don't! Please don't,' Sue pleaded with tears running down her face but the hand continued to rise. It stopped when it could go no further and as she threw her head from side to side in despair Sue felt a thumb slip inside her underwear and circle her pubic hair. It could only be a matter of moments before he used the knife.
'For God's sake stop it! ' she screamed.
Instantly the man lashed the back of his free hand across her face. 'Stop the noise you stupid cow!' he snapped.
Seemingly satisfied with Sue's level of terror the man returned to tying her up. Her hands were spread out on either side of her and tied to metal rings sunk into the brickwork of the wall. A rope was looped round her waist and again secured through the metal rings.
'Now for the important bit,' breathed the man as he smoothed out a length of electrical cable. He started to weave it in and out of Sue's hair.
Sue sobbed as pain and fear mixed in a hellish cocktail.
The man grunted in satisfaction as he examined his handiwork. 'That should do nicely,' he murmured.
When her hair was tightly tied to the cable at several points the man stretched out the loose end and secured it tightly to something on the wall above Sue's head.
She was in a lot of pain. The man had made sure that the cable was stretched to the limit so that while the metal rings were holding her arms tightly to the floor her hair was being pulled upwards. She was held completely immobile.
The man looked down at her and seemed pleased. 'In a while your husband will come and collect you,' he said. He knelt down in front of Sue to watch her eyes fill with puzzlement. 'And when he does, do you know what will happen?
Sue remained silent, her eyes wide with fear.
'No? Then I'll tell you. His car will break the infra red beam outside the door and when that happens the garage door will open… and when that happens…' The man paused to allow Sue to work it out for herself. The man read in her eyes that she had understood. 'That's right,' he said in a whisper. 'The cable is attached to the door motor. Your scalp will be lifted from your head and what's more your husband can watch it happen, then maybe he will know what it feels like. Bastard!'
Sue opened her mouth to scream but the cry was smothered. The man forced a rag into her mouth and then gagged her securely. He got to his feet and checked the cable once more. Seemingly satisfied, he walked over to the door, switched out the light and left. Sue was left alone in fear and darkness.
Jamieson finished his report for Sci-Med and sealed the envelope. The assistant showed him where to leave it for posting and he went on up to Gynaecology to speak with Phillip Morton who was now acting head of surgery. They discussed waiting lists and schedules and it was agreed that surgery would restart as soon as soon as the first batches of instruments and dressings were re-cycled through the sterilisers.
'Mr Thelwell's final swab result came back from the Public Health people this morning,' said Morton quietly as Jamieson got up to leave.
'And?' asked Jamieson.
'It was completely negative,' said Morton.
Jamieson had started to descend the stairs outside Morton's office when he heard the phone ring and a moment later the door opened and Phillip Morton called down to him that the call was for him. Jamieson sprinted back up the stairs. Morton handed him the receiver and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
'Hello, Jamieson here.'
'Good.'
Despite the fact that only one word had been spoken, Jamieson did not like the inflection in the voice. He suddenly began to feel uneasy. 'Who is this,' he asked.
'Never mind who it is. I've just spent the morning with your wife Doctor,' said the sneering voice.
'Really? Who is this?' Jamieson repeated, now feeling desperately afraid that something had happened to Sue.
'She's a very attractive lady.'
Jamieson swallowed. His imagination was running riot. 'Go on,' he said, trying to sound calm but having to swallow again, his mouth was so dry.
'Very attractive indeed. Almost irresistible one might say. At least I found her irresistible… I just couldn't resist her at all
… So I had her… ' The voice sniggered.
'Where's Sue? What have you done with her?' demanded Jamieson now at fever pitch.
'Oh you can have her back now,' said the voice. 'I've finished with her.'
'What do you mean? What have you done to her?' Jamieson almost shouted down the phone.
'I had her Doctor. I enjoyed her. I screwed her. I fucked her blind. Do you really want all the details? Or maybe you would rather hear them from her, always assuming that you want her back, considering the state she's in.'
Jamieson had to steady himself against the desk. He tried to take a deep breath but only succeeded in taking a series of short gulps. It was an effort to speak. 'Where is my wife?' he asked in a whisper. 'What have you done with her?'
An address was read out and Jamieson searched for a pen on Morton's desk. He scattered a series of things with his hand as he grabbed at a Biro and wrote on the first thing that came to hand. 'Lock-up number seven, West Side Mews.' he repeated.
'You're a lucky man Doctor,' continued the voice. 'She's a wonderful screw.'
The phone went dead and Jamieson was almost beside himself with fear and anger. He snatched at the door handle and flung open the door. Morton was nowhere to be seen so he ran downstairs and asked the first person he met where West Side Mews was. The man, a laundry porter delivering bed linen to the wards, scratched his head and thought for a moment. 'It's off Croxton Road to your left. Second or third opening on your left after you go through the traffic lights at Midgely Road.'
Jamieson ran off without hearing the porter continue, 'Or am I thinking of Weston Mews…'
Jamieson swung the car into Weston Mews and thumped both hands down on the steering wheel in temper as he saw the sign. 'Stupid, fucking… ' Words failed him. He got out the car and ran towards the first pedestrian that he saw. It was a postman doing the lunch time delivery.
'West Side Mews? That's miles from here mate,' smiled the man knowingly. 'You want to turn left when you
