The road smoothed out and their speed increased. She clumsily hauled herself up onto the seat, her face only a few inches from the pistol he held in his right hand. Had he seen what she had done?
“Just because I didn’t bind your feet doesn’t mean that I trust you. I don’t have a first aid kit and taking you to the hospital for a gunshot wound isn’t an option. Of course, that vest you’re wearing will protect you from a fatal shot, most likely, unless you force me to place a bullet between your eyes.” He smiled briefly at the memory of the last woman he shot and decided to keep the news that he had killed Samantha’s mother to himself.
Sam kept her feet on the floor but turned to look back through the shot out rear window, then out the windshield. At first, she didn’t recognize the road, on
