Her feet barely touched the ground as the roadie pinned her to the side of the lift. She clawed at his face in an attempt to blind him, but her efforts to stop him killing her were becoming weaker with every second. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and what little light there was below the stage began to fade from her vision. Her own frantic heartbeat pounded louder in her ears than the muffled thud of the bass drum above. In the swirl of sound and fury, she’d heard the roadie hiss, ‘Where’s your guardian angel when you need one, Wild Cat?’ His savage face leered at her like a bearded devil, the bloodlust in his eyes horrifying. Then out of the darkness another face appeared, ghost-white and hairless. ‘Right behind you,’ said the angel, swinging a massive right hook into the man’s jaw that almost knocked his head clean off. The pressure on her throat instantly ceased and Charley dropped to the floor. Spluttering and gasping for air, she looked up into the wrinkled face of her guardian angel.
