The Investigator's Pigsticker

When you are neck deep in trouble, the best thing to do is to stop, give up, and hope for the best. But this wasn't his way. Never had been. At school, he was constantly in trouble with the teachers. At home, growing up, he was always being harassed by his parents. He very quickly developed a tendency to find someone – anyone but him – to blame. Like that bitch detective who caught him out in an interview. He'd always never said anything other than "lawyer" when being interviewed by police. But it wasn't his fault, because she'd tricked him. So, when he was incarcerated for 10 years – 3653 long days, including leap years, of bad food, poor sanitation, overcrowded cells, hard seats and harder men – he spent the time thinking about what he'd do to her. When he was able to think. Because he didn't have an easy time of it in jail. Which was her fault, of course. Davina Blackley had almost been killed before. But now, she knew she was actually dying. And this time, she was on her own. No-one looking down a telescopic sight at the brute attacking her. She was no longer part of the Big Blue Gang. She had no tools. Certainly no weapons. No food, water or even clothes. So she really was in deep trouble. Maybe just stop then, give up, and hope for the best? Or do something?