Michael got in the van and it sped away before he'd even closed the door.
Nobody said a word.
They drove alongside what looked like a factory where he'd been detained and out on to country lanes.
For almost an hour the van drove along narrow roads surrounded by fields and finally stopped in a farmyard full of rusting tractors.
The man who had been driving turned around and removed his balaclava.
Michael gasped.
It was the man in the suit.
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