The man with the gun pushed me down onto the carpet. I tried to cower to make my body curl smaller, instinctively covering my head. 'Oh God, please don't kill me.' My words clung to my teeth and now my whole body was so cold. All I had left were these words. 'Please. Please don't kill me. Jesus. God. Please.' I wanted to live and I knew it with absolute certainty. I don't want to die. Emma Slade was a high-flying debt analyst for a large investment...