Chapter 12: A promise kept.

BLISS CRAWLED INTO THE backseat of the truck. It bounced down the gravel road, knocking her off-balance. Wendy was always petite, but her hollowed out cheeks were gaunt and her skin was ashen.

"What-why is she handcuffed?" Bliss crouched in the floorboard and pushed Wendy's hair off her brow.

"She was traumatized," Travis said over his shoulder. "Didn't know I wouldn't hurt her."

"You-what? Knocked her out and handcuffed her?" Was that seriously how he handled hostages?

"Yes."

She glanced at the back of Travis' head. He was serious. For a moment, she was torn between outrage and relief. She couldn't find it in her to be angry with him either way. He'd found Wendy, when the cops wouldn't even pretend to look. Her baby sister was coming home. Alive.