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Ransom
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I left and made my way through the brush to the motorcycle, which was still safely hidden. When I returned to Hailey, I saw her standing by the side of the road. She was staring down at the skid marks left from Jordan’s car, a haunted look on her face. We hadn’t talked about what he’d done to her, or the words spoken between them yesterday. As usual, he’d probably terrified the hell out of her. I hoped that in time, she’d offer the information to me herself. I didn’t want to push her. She’s had enough of that in her life already.
I pulled up on the bike and she got on.
“Ready?” I asked her.
“Yeah.”
I turned the Harley around and we headed back to Briar Lake.
Halfway there, we stopped at a rest-stop. Hailey got off first and walked over to the grass. She began str
