Chapter Ten
Meth Addict
Kate looked up at Marlow from the back seat of the car as he opened the door and reached in to unbuckle her seatbelt. She turned in the seat to step out of it as he pulled up on the front of the straitjacket. The tight canvas restraint was maddening, trapping her arms so uselessly against her body. If she could get out of it, she could have fought him, even with her hands wrapped as they were. The image of breaking his nose above that s**t-eating grin with a tape-covered fist played out in her mind.
“You look positively murderous, Morgan,” he grinned down at her as he began to pull her toward the steps of the house. “It’s a good thing for me that I’ve got you so neutralized.”
She walked with him, shuffling in the leg irons. With those fetters on her feet, she co
