part 2

In a state of mild shock I gestured for the little girl to come in. Smiling, she took two skipping steps through the doorway and said thank you. I continued to stare blankly at her. She looked about nine years old.
'Would you like me to close the door for you?' she asked pleasantly. I nodded. 'If you hurt me,' she went on, still smiling, 'or if I don't call them within 5 minutes, my father will do this to you.' She handed me a polaroid photograph and closed the door.
I looked at the photo and felt my stomach lurch - A horrible mixture of dark reds with some flesh tones, it looked like the kind of thing drug cartels did to their worst enemies. I handed it back quickly. Again she thanked me, looked at the photo, smirked and put it away. Then she looked at her watch.
'You have four minutes and twenty three seconds left,' she said, 'so you'd better get digging.'
'But I can't dig that fast. It took me hours to bury it.'
'I know.' Her smile was broadening.
'What then? You want me dead?' She shook her head and handed me another polaroid. This one was worse than the last one. The person in it wasn't quite dead yet.
'My father will be here in..... four minutes exactly. I don't like him anymore. If you do to him what's in the photograph, I'll let you keep your secret.'