skin. Looking around she could see that there wouldn’t be anyone nearby to hear her scream.
“Walk,” he said.
She forced herself to stand up and walk. He was waving the gun around haphazardly. She took a tentative step forward and he grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around. “That way!”
She walked for what seemed like a mile but was in reality one hundred yards or so. He pushed her into the opening of the tunnel, and she panicked. If she walked in, would she ever come out? God, I’m trusting you as I never have before. I know you’ll be with me in this. I don’t have a choice here. I must go in here, and only you know whether I’ll come out again, but Lord, I need your strength. I can’t do this alone.
He forced her to walk some distance and upon reaching a branch off the main shaft, he turned her in that direction and pushed her forward. They soon came to a metal cot which had been bolted to the stone forming the shaft. He produced a pair of handcuffs that he placed around her right wrist securing her to the cot. He placed a shackle around one of her ankles, but he left her other foot free.
He unfolded his fishing stool and sat a short distance from Stella.
“Lovely Jane. Why did you leave?” he asked, frown lines wrinkling his forehead. “First the car and the body, then running off in Daytona. You’ve been a bad girl. We’re going to stay here until we work this thing out. You won’t leave me again.”
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