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Edie groaned in her sleep and clutched her stomach. Holden watched her, feeling hopeless and unable to do anything. He hadn’t ever seen a person go through withdrawal before, but he knew it was a horrible experience, one made worse by the quantity of drugs they had been on.
His guess was Edie was going to be miserable for a long time.
“I wonder how she got here,” Mackenzie said.
The question had been rolling around in Holden’s head since Edie showed up. The roads were s**t, but he doubted anyone would have dropped her off anyway. She was kidn*pped, held against her will, pumped full of drugs, and God knew what else. It was highly unlikely someone just drove her to the station and left her there.
“She had to have escaped,” Mackenzie said. “I wonder how long she was out there alone. A
