The man inside slowly turned his head to look at the door.
Trey??s gut clenched. It was Landon, the dark shoulder length hair and the narrow features. One eye was blackened and swollen shut. His lips were crusted with blood. ??Landon! It??s Trey. We??re gonna get you out.??
??What??? Landon??s voice was weak, almost a mumble.
??It??s Trey, Trey Jernigan. It??s been a while. Anyway, hang tight, we just have to get the door open.?? In all his years of rage and hurt, Trey had spent many an hour wishing all sorts of revenge on Landon. Now??seeing the man lying there, so damaged, most of the anger fell away. Nobody deserved that kind of torture, maybe a good hard punch to settle a score between two ex-friends, but not this.
There was a faint hysterical giggle from Landon. ??If you really are Trey, then you must be highly amused by my present state.??
Silver tongued and sarcastic even when his mouth was bleeding, Trey thought that was so damn typical of Landon.