While he had been successful in freeing his ankles, the tape on his wrists was not as forgiving, no matter how he sawed at it against the posts. He prayed he had made enough progress to break away. Priscilla carried another syringe, a roll of duct tape, a pair of scissors,...
Chris shouted as soon as Dylan emerged from the trees. “I'm afraid she's hurt, or captured, or...” he let the thought trail off. Now they had two women to rescue, and only one place to look. “Get in the truck.” Chris didn't question him, instead sprinting to the Bronco and vaulting into the passe...