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Betty Brady woke up naked and spread-eagled to the bed. She could still smell the chloroform about her face. Her five abductors had forced a cloth into her face before she passed out. She remembered now: she had been out on the trail of the Joey Frank gang, trying to tail them to their hideout, but they found her before she found them.
Her ankles and wrists were tied securely. She struggled, to try to get free, but they had done a very good job of securing her with nylon cords to the bed, and she only hurt herself when she struggled.
Betty had remembered hearing their words before they left. As a rookie cop she had been trained to observe everything that went on around her. She gathered by what they said that they had all left to arrange an exchange; Betty for Mack, a captured member of the gang.
She tried to recall all of the training she’d had in cadet school, to see if any of it would help her out of this predicament, but all she remembered was the police chief telling her that women were not cut out for police work, that it was not their place. “Get married and have kids!” the chief had told her emphatically.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.