Mike didn’t answer; he flicked his gun to indicate that Woodrow should follow him. ‘You’re gonna shut ya fucking mouth and get in that motor over there. You even think of trying anything clever to escape, or hurt either of us, and I’ll rip your lungs right out through your scrawny chest and shove ’em down your throat.’

Woodrow glared at them, but his heart rate was at full throttle and he looked what he was, a scared and defeated man. Until now, he’d never come face-to-face with somebody who would give Satan the shits.

Without a struggle, he nervously walked forward and did as he was ordered.

Mike shoved the gun in Woodrow’s face and clambered in after him, while Lou hopped in the driver’s seat and adjusted the positioning, since he was so much smaller than Mike. As he pulled away, he looked in the rear-view mirror and smiled.

Woodrow looked like a frightened lamb: beads of sweat covered his brow and his nostrils opened and closed as he breathed.

Mike held the gun now at the man’s stomach, away from any public view. There was a cruel smirk on Mike’s face but also a self-satisfied one, indicating a job well done.

After about ten minutes, Woodrow managed to control his breathing. ‘Who are you guys and what do you want from me?’ His voice remained on an even keel, unusual for someone with a gun still aimed at his stomach.

The smirk left Mike’s face, and he let his lips fall into their natural position. ‘It’s simple, really. You won’t tell the Ol’ Bill who this man they call the Governor is, but you will tell me.’

Now looking visibly shaken, Woodrow shrank further into his seat as if Mike had held a naked flame to his face. ‘I don’t know who—’

‘Don’t even attempt to tell me you don’t know who the man is because this is where me and you are gonna get off to a fucking bad start. You see, you really don’t wanna piss me off just when we’re getting acquainted because I’m a fair man but not when I’m upset, am I, Lou?’

Lou glanced into the rear-view mirror once more and could see the blinding whites of the man’s eyes. ‘A little friendly advice. Don’t upset him, ’cos he don’t have a reset button.’

For a moment, Woodrow saw the man as Robocop, and he instantly shuddered.