Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“I don’t know. I don’t believe I was, not sure how I would have been able to run, I was shot to shit when you found me.”
“Argo found you,” she corrected.
“Right, when Argo found me.” He sipped some coffee and inched his chair closer to her. “I still don’t think I would have been up for running through deep snow. Possibly the water would have given me a better chance of getting away without expending as much energy.”
“Any idea how long you were out there? I mean in the water and cold? Not how long they had you. Given your injuries and how slow you were moving, combined with the flow of the river, we can get a circle of the area around it with how many miles we think you traveled.”
I wish I had an inkling. “I don’t have a fucking clue. Couldn’t have been more than a few hours. I would have frozen to death.”
“I agree. Taking into account how good of shape you’re in, let’s say maybe five miles?”
“Generous—although, I’m pleased you recognize how good of a shape I’m in—with the distance I think but it’s a starting point.”
She typed onto the keyboard and a perfect circle formed around the dot she’d first made. Then it enlarged and he was looking at the five mile radius from where she’d found him. Argo. Where Argo found me. Love that she gives him the credit.
“Is there anything you can remember from the place you were being held? Type of topography? Landmark? Style of house? Anything?”
“Nope. My head was in a bag on the way in and on the way out, it was night and I was running for my life.”
“Okay, what about the type of vehicle that took you in?”
He followed her line of thought. Damn she’s good at this. “SUV or truck. I believe SUV.” He inhaled sharply as the memory of being in the back with the bag over his head and a gun in his ribs slammed him. All the jarring of the road didn’t help his confidence that he’d find a way out of the situation currently surrounding him.
“So, we need to see the roads in the area.” A few keystrokes and all roads popped up, both paved and dirt. “Let’s add in structures as well.”
As the program was responding to her instructions another of those distinctive beeps went off. Without missing a beat, she clicked her computer and the camera brought up the end of her driveway. A black SUV was there this time and she tensed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, wishing for a weapon.
“That’s the same one that stopped me in the rest area and followed me to the plaza. Looking for an escaped and dangerous man.”
His blood ran colder than the weather outside at the thought of her being in harm’s way. “I should leave.”
“And what,” she snapped. “Give yourself over to the jackasses who tortured you?”
“I don’t want you in danger.”
“Life is full of them. I’m not pushing you away just because an SUV is at the end of my drive.” She got up. “I will be back.”
She was gone before he could say another word. He heard the door close but remained riveted to the screen. The vehicle wasn’t moving.
The whine of an engine hit him before he snapped his head to the window and saw a streak go by. “What the fuck?” He ran to the glass and saw her leaving on a snowmobile. “Shit!” he cried. Back at the screen, he watched her zoom up to the gate and slow. She climbed off and Argo who’d been in front of her, jumped down as well.
The doors on the SUV opened and two men got out in the snowy weather.
“I fucking need audio here.” Every muscle in his body was tense as he prayed nothing happened that he was too far away to stop. He wanted to run down to her side, but another portion of him didn’t want to look away from the screen. John understood what she was doing, giving him a chance to see if he recognized the men there.
They stepped closer to her and the camera picked up on their faces. His blood went arctic. He knew two of them. Top men in the organization.
Leena didn’t show them any fear, walked up to the gate and spoke to them. He barely blinked, wishing he knew what she’d planned. I’m going to kill her when she gets back in here. Or was that kiss her?
She pointed off to the west, nodding her head. They spoke a bit longer and the unease he had grew. Was she part of this entire thing? No. She couldn’t be. He wasn’t going to believe it. Refused to.
She waited until they got back in and drove off before she and Argo got back on the snowmobile. Only then did he breathe a bit easier. At least she didn’t turn her back on them. Still didn’t mean he wasn’t going to turn her over his knee. The snow had increased, and he waited impatiently for her to return.