“Don’t you think we should have taken her to the hospital?” she asked anxiously.

The man looked terrified. He didn’t want to go to jail.

Amanda turned, opened her eyes and saw she was in a dark room. She screamed. The woman touched her shoulder smoothly.

“It’s okay,” she said, rubbing her shoulder.

She was wide awake and realised she was safe.

“I am Peter and this is my wife Suzie,” the man said, staring at her.

“OK,” Amanda murmured.

Peter gave Amanda a cup of tea and she sat up and sipped it slowly. What if they are working with Trey? she thought.

“Are you hurt?” Suzie asked.

“No, I just need some foot-rub for my feet.”

She pulled her leg up and rubbed it with her fingers.

“It’s okay,” Peter said, and gave Amanda a basin with warm water.

“Please don’t report my husband, he is all I have,” Suzie pleaded.

Suzie looked at him worriedly and helped Amanda put her feet in the basin.

“Do you have a phone?” Amanda asked.

Suzie saw how nervous she was and said, “You are safe. Tell us, what was chasing you?”

Amanda felt her throat was dry, and coughed. She gulped the remaining tea.

“Some guy I was dating…I found a fridge with body parts. I didn’t know…I’m scared, please help me go home.” She cried silently.

Suzie and Peter sympathised with her and rubbed her shoulders, appalled.

“You are safe,” Peter whispered.

They called the police and suddenly her eyes were filled with hope. She didn’t talk about being bumped by a car, but how Trey lured her to be his next victim. Suzie and Peter thanked her, then said their goodbyes. Her weekend was horrific but now she could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Where did you meet this guy?” the detective asked her curiously.

All she wanted to do was go home, not be questioned. The questions reminded her of Trey and the thought sent shivers up her spine. She wanted to be home and forget about everything that had happened. The saying, ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ still ruled.

She was embarrassed: how could she meet a guy she met on Facebook and trust him with her life? Even if he had supported her in business and even helped her with money. The thoughts made her stomach turn, the blood money made her want to vomit.

The detective was a lady, tall with a slim figure and a serious face. She looked angry, tapped on the table with her fingers, and gave Amanda hard looks.

“Girl, I will ask again. How do you know this guy? Is he your boyfriend?”

Trey was just a boyfriend but she had already given her statement. Why was she being interrogated again? It was irritating, she wanted to forget all about this.

Tell us: Would you want to tell the police about your ordeal or just go home and forget about it?