It had been dark out since almost 6,30 and now the parking lot was a deserted wasteland, except for his black truck and my little neon. I vacuumed qui...ckly and swept, all the while those piercing blue eyes haunted me, focusing on me and my movements. Casually, I looked up at him and gave a quick grin. If anything was going to happen, it was going to happen tonight. As we both shut down the lights and computers for the night and filled out the store totals, I couldn’t help but feel a heat. A few moments later and two video monitors whirred into life, one in the line of sight of each girl. Static at first, but then an image appeared on screen that confirmed each of the girls' deepest fears: The talking Barbie doll head. The horror of the Barbiemaker had been a tabloid mainstay for months and by now everybody knew the kidnappers hallmarks: Waking up in a strange place attached to machines, the sinister talking doll head and twisted games that only a fraction of people ever won. The. I remained still. He shoved me down and I heard him rise. ‘After the dead line what do we do?’ Sam asked. Shane was silent for several minutes in which I heard him pacing the hardwood floor. ‘I doubt it will come to that. She loves her brother. Didn’t she tell us that many times? He’s her hero. Pathetic individual that he is he made someone proud. Go figure.’ Shane said finally. Sam sucked in a deep breath. ‘Yes she did say that. Too many times to count.’ He admitted. ‘Exactly. Go to the shed. I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black pants that ended just below her knees. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those black tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her face and her makeup was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and.