As the girls walked away, Sandy asked. "Will he come after us?"
"I doubt so," Selina replied. She slipped her bracelet back around her wrist. "I think he broke something in his fall." Using a pocket knife, she cut Sandy's bonds.
Selina walked to the spot where she had fought earlier. She looked around, found and picked up Nick's pistol. She unloaded the magazine and emptied the chamber. Then she hid the weapon and ammunition in her jacket. She also pulled a flat piece of metal off a tree trunk.
Sandy noticed that the metal was shaped like a six-pointed star.
The girls quietly walked back to Nick's car. Sandy saw that there was a red car behind the green one she had arrived in. The red car had seen some years and its paint was fading but it was still in good shape.
Selina motioned Sandy to enter the red car. As Sandy got inside, she noticed a couple of bags in the darkness of the backseat.
Soon they were on their way back to the city.
"So, was that man really the same person I met at Greasy Aunt's?" Sandy asked. Selina knew about it because they had discussed it in their gossip group the day after she had met the 'old man'.
"I think so," Selina answered, "His type would research his target thoroughly. He must have known that you'd be interested in money and put the perfect bait for his trap."
So the man had been observing her for some time. Sandy shivered. And it was not because the night was cold since Selina's car was heated.
"How did you find me?" Sandy asked, "Did you put another bug on me?"
"There wasn't one," Selina said.
"Then how did you find me?" Sandy repeated her first question.
"I was just passing when I saw you in Nick's car earlier," Selina replied.
"Really?"
"Really," was the straight answer.
It was just by luck that Sandy had been rescued!? She had nearly met the end of her short life!
"You're driving, have you already a license?" Sandy had a lot of questions but she felt that there was something she really should ask about. If she asked enough questions, maybe she would stumble across the right one.
"Yes," Selina confirmed.
"Are you really old enough to have one?"
"Yes."
"How old are you, really?"
"Sandy, you shouldn't ask a woman her age," Selina chided with a chuckle.
"Oh."
Sandy tried another question. "So, what's this that I'm involved in? Why did that man want me to sign something so badly?"
Ah, that was what she had wanted to ask! She wanted to know where all her money was going to come from.
Selina thought for a moment. "Have you heard the name Oscar Killington?"
"The name sounds familiar."
"Mr Killington had died and left his estate to a number of people. Now he was a strange person and he had set some strange conditions in his will. His estate is to be distributed among his beneficiaries three hundred and fifty days after his death. All the people alive at the end of that time would get their share. The share of anyone who's not would be distributed among the survivors."
"Okay," Sandy uttered. So far the story was not very interesting. Where was her money?
"Now Mr Killington had left a whole fifty percent of his estate to an illegitimate daughter of his, or any offspring that the daughter has."
"And I'm that daughter?" Sandy guessed excitedly.
"No," Selina said, "That daughter is dead."
"Oh," Sandy uttered disappointedly.
"But that daughter had a child. It's this grandchild that stands to inherit that fifty percent."
"And I'm that person, right?" Sandy interrupted again, "I'm going to be rich, right?"
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