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Dani
Molly tried to sit up, but her head lolled to the side and she flopped back down on her back. I wondered if she was really that woozy, or if she was simply trying to convince Kevin she was out of it. I sure hoped it was the latter and that she had some brilliant escape plan brewing.
When I saw her eyes roll back into her head, I realized that the chances of her faking to this extreme were pretty slim. I was the one who would need to figure out a way to get us free from this madman.
“This woman needs medical attention,” I tried.
Kevin said simply, “You.”
“Right, but she needs more than I can do out here. I need supplies and equipment to be able to properly help her.”
“You.” He said again, and I knew that rationalizing with him was a losing battle. We were going to have to fig
