It seemed simple enough in theory at least. I turned the key in my ignition, and watched for the reactions when the engine started. There were none. I slowly drove round to behind the swings. A small opening in the fencing between the road and swings provided my chance. I stopped, leaving the engine running. The girl's swinging slowed down. I reached into my glove box for the bottle of chloroform sloshed a bit onto a rag of material.