Bianca peered around the corner, from the doorway in the alley she had been hiding in. She could not stand here for much longer, she thought frantically, desperation making her panic.

The smell from the dumpster was making her want to throw up. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed the nausea to pass. Then, her eyes flew open as she heard a voice, the same man’s voice. She had heard him in the shop just now.

“She’s got to be in here somewhere, the little fcking bith,” he ...