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he turn the GPS off after he’d finished with it? Did he remember to turn his phone off after speaking to his sister?
He had used the GPS for directions a few days before Oscar and he began their journey. If he had left it on and forgotten to switch his phone off too, then he had placed everybody around him in danger.
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    Oscar began to stir in the midst of a nightmare, tossing and turning frantically, and finally waking himself up with his own screams. He sat up in bed, disoriented.
    ‘Sam, Sam! Where are you?’ he screamed.
    Sam came running as fast as he could and sat down next to him, taking him in his arms and cradling him.
    ‘Shush now, little man, nothing can hurt you here.’ he said in a calming manner. ‘Try and go back to sleep.’ He continued to rock Oscar, and slowly he began to fall back to sleep. But it was not altogether peaceful, as the same harrowing dream would come to him again and again throughout the night. Sam was forced to wake him up repeatedly, dragging him out of the nightmare he was trapped in.
    ‘Maybe it’s best if you stay awake, little man.’ he whispered softly in Oscar’s ear.
    The boy nodded as he wiped away a single tear and sniffed.
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    ‘Miriam, I think we might have a problem.’ Robert, her cohort, reported. ‘Sam may be hiding something.’
    He showed her Sam’s broken-up phone, and pointed to a specific area.
    ‘See that?’ he pointed at the back of the casing. ‘G.P, do you know what that stands for?’
    Her face dropped and she stared at the back of the phone in disbelief. ‘Government Property? No, he can’t be one of them; he’s far too well mannered and gentle to be a patrolman.’
    ‘Get him away from the boy, Rob.’ she said, almost panicking. ‘Bring him to me. I want to hear what he has to say for himself, before we take any action against him.’
    Robert left her side and beckoned over another comrade as backup. If Sam was in fact a patrolman, he would need the extra manpower; the man would not hesitate to kill anyone who posed a threat.
    Miriam tapped the phone casing against her palm, and gazed briefly at the incriminating markings one more time. Her thought process was abruptly broken by the sound of scuffling coming from the next room. Sam was not coming as quietly as hoped, giving her the impression that he was a patrolman after all, if only a fledgling.
    ‘Get off of me, you bastards.’ Sam bellowed angrily as he was dragged towards her. Despite the grip of the two men hauling him, he was fighting with all his might to escape their grasp.
    ‘What’s going on, Sam? If your name is indeed Sam.’ Miriam scrutinised him as he was brought forward. ‘I think we might need to use extreme measures, boys. Sit the little shit down, and tie him up.’
    Robert went in search of a chair while Max, the stronger of the two, held Sam firmly in a vice grip. There was nothing that he could do about it.
    ‘I don’t know what you think I’ve done, but I can promise you, I haven’t done anything wrong.’ he said in a panicked manner. ‘Please, let me go!’
    ‘Save it, Sam.’ Miriam wasn’t buying into his ‘Mr Innocent’ act.
    Robert entered the room again with a chair and some rope. He slammed the seat of the chair into the backs of Sam’s knees, forcing him to sit. He handed Max the rope, which was used to tie his hands behind the chair’s back rest. He winced, feeling the rough twine as it cut into his wrists. Max knelt on the floor behind the chair and pulled Sam’s feet towards the back, where the rest of the rope was wound. There was no chance of escape; he was as helpless as a new-born baby.
    Miriam strode towards the chair and knelt down in front of him, placing her hands on his trembling knees.
    ‘Why are you trembling? I thought you patrolmen were supposed to be hard as nails?’ she sneered. ‘Now, don’t insult my intelligence by denying that you are a patrolman, because the back of your phone suggests otherwise. What has the