He would never know how long it took to free himself. The knife sprang open at a touch and cut his hand. He dropped it, clenching his teeth, and then had to fumble for it again. His numb fingers wouldnt send clear messages, making it very hard to tell when he was cutting rope, or himself. He did plenty of both. In the end, he got loose and worked his hands through the agony of returning circulation, wiping the blood onto his pants. Eventually, he drew his feet up behind him, watching Rico and the driver, and cut the rope around his ankles.
He thought the best thing might be to jump out of the truck, try to hide in the darkness, and maybe get away. He took deep breaths, trying to prepare himself, but Rico made another decision before Willis could act. The truck pulled abruptly off the tra
