Chapter 15
Paisley was strapped back to the damned chair, this time with plastic cuffs. If she’d been able to move her arms, she could’ve broken free. Joel had taught her how to do that himself during the citizen’s police academy. But without some slack to build up momentum, she was stuck. She’d expected him to d**g her again and haul her off to wherever he’d been planning. He hadn’t even tried. She realized he hadn’t come prepared for that. Wherever they were was remote, and he didn’t seem to have a vehicle nearby to just drive them out. He’d well and truly expected her to hike out with him like a good little rescued k********g victim.
Well, she’d screwed that, hadn’t she?
But as Joel continued to restlessly pace the church, tunneling his fingers through his hair and muttering, she was
