Personal Bodyguard
The police escort was a stocky, muscular woman with kind eyes and a perfect smile. Her name was Deborah and she looked like a tough woman. “It was an inside job,” she said looking disappointed, “some new guys, every man has his price hey.” Sandy just looked at her helplessly.
She helped Sandy pack and told her that they had to leave the city.
Sandy cried as she realized she would have to live her life on the run, maybe go into a witness protection program, or she would have to move again.
