Part 2 Vicki lay on the bed, naked and sticky from a mixture of sweat and sex. She felt strangely, as if she’d just had the most torrid sex of her life, yet she’d been alone in the room all afternoon. So much had happened in that time, and so much had changed. She’d walked in that door with her life falling apart; terrified, the victim of a thief and the virtual hostage of a perverted extortionist. Now, she had to laugh....