Chapter 11

Kerry slouched in the back seat of the small Ford, trying to convince herself she was okay with all this. The worst part was her purse and her pistol were both back in Roy’s apartment. The fact Frank wouldn’t let her take them along eroded the fragile trust in him she’d begun to build. If this wild ass plan falls through, we’re all going to be in deep shit. I wonder, could I jump and run when Roy stops for a light?

At that moment, Frank turned in the seat, looking back at her. “Don’t even think about it, Kerry. This car has those childproof locks. Only Roy can open them when the car’s in gear. Even if you did get a door open and make a break for it, you’d be likely to get hurt. I don’t want that to happen and for sure I don’t want to have to hurt you myself.”