Chapter 11: I'm not going to hurt you.

"WENDY... WENDY, BLISS NEEDS you to calm down." Travis gripped the frail woman's wrists to keep her from scratching his eyes out. The coppery scent of blood was thick in the air. Enough to make even him gag.

Someone had died here not long ago, and it wasn't the vic reported yesterday. That meant Daniel Campbell had other victims. Ones Travis and the FBI didn't know about.

"Wendy, damn it."

He'd been party to some tricky rescues before and, while it wasn't common, occasionally the victims didn't want to be saved. Which was too bad, because Travis had a job to do, and he wasn't about to leave a new mother to die in a filthy cave.

"No!" she wailed.

Wendy twisted one of her arms free. He groped, catching her shoulder.

"Stop it. I'm not going to hurt you," he said.