Chapter 22 Two-faced Snake.

The gang of suited kidnappers stared at Mirabel’s body sprawled on the floor. She was out cold from shock. “Well,” Their leader, Darren, the one with the guttural voice, shrugged, “That makes this easier.” “Too bad, I love it when they scream and squirm.” They all chuckled. One of the men stooped to lift Mirabel off the floor, flinging her over his shoulder like a sack of grain. Darren picked up her phone with his gloved hand, moved to the nearby toilet and flushed it in. “Did you get a view of the guards?” He asked. The man closest to the door gave a sharp nod. “Four in total. A little out of ear-shot. We should hurry, they will come looking for her soon.” Darren sauntered to one of the bathroom stalls, and knocked. “Mrs Mirabel Darwin?” He called. The door opened, and a woman stepped out with a big smirk. “Yes? And do I know you, big man?” They laughed. The woman shared a startlingly strong resemblance to Mirabel. In fact, she looked so much like Mirabel, that it was uncann