Lottery 1
Shaniqua awoke in a car, fully clothed in her own clothes. It was dark and the doors were locked. Her jacket was laid out on the seat beside her. She glanced up and looked at the deserted farm road. Her car was parked outside a small paneled utility shed at the end of a driveway. A metal tower in front of a red building stood at the entrance of the winding driveway. No one was around.
She reached over and picked up her jacket. Underneath was a stack of paper work. The car rental papers, her passport, and a ticket to New York from the Oslo Airport departing in twelve hours. The keys to the car were in the ignition. When she started the car a computerized voice rang out in English, starling her. “You are at Nannestadvegen 241. Calculating route to Oslo Gardermoen Airport.”
Shaniqua let out a deep breath and put the car in gear.
She pulled up to the rental drop off point, and was shocked to find her luggage in the trunk. She waited in the airport then took her flight back to America.
Devine walked back into the room and dialed the phone again. The phone range twice and then muffled screams could be heard from the other side.
“Lucy!” screamed Steven. “Lucy I’m captured by the Mob.”
“How would you know if I’m the mob?” Devine questioned him.
The muffled screams on the other side seemed to turn into hysterical sobs. Then the sobs were no longer muffled. And another voice came on the line.
“These phones aren’t secure.” Aston hung up on Devine and called him back on another phone.
Lucy began screaming at the top of her lungs, Aston backhanded her without hesitation.
“We’re leaving from India.” Aston said calmly.
“That will take weeks.” Devine watched Steven sit in silence. “What am I supposed to do with this dead weight.”
“It’s leverage.” Aston replied. “We have time, there’s no hurry.”
Devine hung up the phone. “Looks like it’s canned stew for you the next few weeks. If you cooperate, maybe I’ll even heat it up first.” he glanced at Steven then headed out to the store.