" Well, well, Camilla, my love. The heavy English accent, so like Camilla s, comes from the front, a male husky tone, as a man in the passenger seat turns to face us. He s wearing black shades, a stubbled middle-aged face, dark shaggy hair that s semi groomed and wearing an expensive leather jacket. We ve been looking for you love. He smiles at her and it s completely sinister, a crooked, evil smile that does not bid well for either of us. He has an air about him, that he is a guy you do not piss off."
" Tyler. I haven t been hiding, I ve been trying to get your money. Camilla s turned white as a sheet, with wobbling voice and clearly terrified. Losing all her poise and mannerisms as her accent gets a little shaky, dropping its upper-class edge and sounding less refined. I
