I fight the urge to cuss as the suburban rocks over the uneven ground.
The high speed and lack of a seatbelt causes me to bounce around between where I sit, tucked
between the back seats like Axe had me do the night I was taken.
An ounce of baby powder and a slip into the car unnoticed was all it took to be off in the right
direction. I can hear Mason's phone still going to voicemail and he mutters obscenities to
himself. We've been driving for over an hour now and I stay down, fearful of the fact that if I
make myself known, he'll turn around.
I left the gamma in charge last minute, so the pack is well taken care of, but I might end up back
there if I have to deal with this much longer. My lack of food and inability to see where the car is
going has my stomach upside down. I wi
