The Darkness Within by Iris Deorre Page B

shoulder.
    He put his hand on her head and rubbed it gently. He wanted to make sure she’d be happy whatever she did. He would be right by her side always, that was a promise he made to himself.
    The car stopped outside the theme park.
    ‘Are you kidding me?’ she laughed.
    ‘Nope. I think it will be fun. Get ready to be a kid again.’
    ‘I think I am.’
    The door opened, he took her by the hand and they headed for the park. The minute she stepped in, Freya became a kid again. Everything was forgotten and all that mattered was the time she spent with him. It was a happy time and she’d never laughed so much in her life. Things seemed simple and easy, but beneath all the laughter darkness still lay in both of them and it would only get worse. They just didn’t know it yet.
    Chapter Nine
    Lewis was a manager of a luxury car dealership. He was married with two children. Two boys. He seemed to have a good life. A loving wife who was a teacher and a home that kept them all. He paid his bills on time, took time to get home in time to give the kids a bath and put them to bed. His wife would never have known that her dear sweet husband was a rapist. A man who participated in the drugging of an innocent woman and forced himself on her.
    He was in work early that day because there was an important client who had booked to see the latest Bentley. It was vital that customers were treated like royalty, since they were about to spend big money. He made sure everything was ready, that the drinks were out and that his assistant was ready to be the best she could be.
    Gary had found Lewis’s whereabouts quite quickly. He was the easiest to find and once he’d been found, the others were just as easy except for Blake. Gary was having trouble finding Blake.
    The jeep parked outside the car dealership. The door was opened and Ferguson stepped out. He pulled on the sides of the suit jacket and straightened his tie. The moment he got to the door, Lewis was right there ready to welcome him in.
    ‘Mr Banks. Welcome.’
    ‘Thank you.’
    ‘Can we get you something to drink?’
    ‘A coffee would be great thanks.’
    Lewis gave the order to his assistant and led Ferguson to the fancy office that looked out onto the cars.
    ‘Please have a seat sir.’ Lewis knew how to suck up. It would mean a nice commission if he got a sale.
    Ferguson took a seat; Lewis took a seat too. There was an awkward silence as Ferguson watched him. There was a lot going through his mind. He wanted to strangle the bastard there and then, but he’d promised Freya would be a part of it and it wasn’t really the place and time.
    ‘So what are you looking for in a car. Luxury, sport, status? I see you already have a beautiful jeep. Probably many more.’
    ‘You’re correct, but a man can never have too many cars.’
    ‘That is correct sir.’ He slammed his hand on the table lightly to show emphasis.
    ‘Give me your best sales pitch on your latest and best sports car.’
    ‘Right.’ He rubbed his hands together excitedly. ‘That baby over there. The Porsche 911 Carrera 4 cabriolet is a mean machine! That one is in black with red leather. As you know you can personalise your vehicle, make it your own.  Acceleration from 0-100km/h in 4.7sec. It’s a mean baby!’ He was so enthusiastic that he added his own little lies and exaggerations to the description of the car. Ferguson knew how it worked. The sales man would beef him up with the best sales pitch offering him the moon and throwing in the stars. Most of the time Ferguson didn’t even buy his own cars. He would have a look online, send Gary out for a test drive and trust Gary’s opinion on the car.
    ‘Sounds like a winner. What about that Mercedes?’ he asked.
    Lewis switched gears and began to sell that car too. He knew the ins and out of each car that were on the premises. It was his job to know. It meant money in his pocket. As he was in the middle of his speech the assistant walked in with the