Survivor to survivor, he’d done all he could to protect her. True-she recalled the bathroom-sink dunking some of his methods sucked dead canaries, but he had been effective. And she’d been ungrateful-and unwilling to give him even the benefit of doubt. “What exactly is your on-base , story?” ‘,Do you really want to know?” Adam put on his blinker, passed a pickup truck with a rusted-out back end, and then whipped into the right lane behind a green van with a bumper sticker that read, “America, Love, It or Leave It.” “Yes, I do. you kidnapped me, Adam. I think you at least owe me the truth-” How much did she owe him? Her life? At least that benefit of doubt. Lights from a small shopping center shone up ahead on the right. Let me think about it.” He turned in at the store, parked facing the plate-glass window of City Drugs, and then turned off the engine. “Can I trust you to stay in the car and not run for the first phone to turn me in?” He pocketed the key in his jeans.
