Cheyenne shook her head. “That’s not true,” she told him.
“Tell me how the other two women were able to sneak past five armed men and get out while you were being strapped to this bomb?” Dude asked her, already figuring he knew the answer, but wanting to see if Cheyenne would come clean.
Cheyenne was silent.
“That’s what I thought,” Dude said after a moment. “You volunteered, didn’t you? Then you created some sort of distraction…” He took the time to slowly reach up and brush her darkening eye gently before turning back to the contraption taped to her belly, and finished his sentence, “…that allowed them to escape out the front door.”
Cheyenne sighed. Faulkner was pretty smart, but Cheyenne hadn’t been able to simply be led like a lamb to the s*******r to have the bomb taped on. She’d
