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DAPHNE
Pieces of straw swirled around in the warm night air, and I shouted, “To the compound!” The chicken farmer who gave us a ride had finished his dinner after a day at the farmer’s market and and picked us up on his way out of town since he was headed in our direction.
My breath came easy and I had a good feeling when I took the cell phone out from my pocket.
“The guy who nabbed me had this with him.” I held up the phone.
Tony glowered at me. “You didn’t consider telling me you had a cell phone before we wound up in the back of a chicken truck?” His temper turned foul shortly after I confessed on the train I was planning to leave him at first chance and go after Maggie on my own.
“I didn’t want to waste the battery,” I grumbled.
“Someone is getting an a*s whipping after this
