“And why should he think that we will not kill him anyway, once he tells us the location of the key?” Loretta wondered aloud.
It’s the small things that often get overlooked when thieves come together and determine a course of action. The introduction of extraneous variables can quickly foil the most carefully laid out plans. It never dawned on them that I had built a carefully constructed pocket into the sole of my boot. Almost undetectable, except under deliberate inspection, the heel had a tiny slot. Within this slot, I was able to keep the tiny key safely hidden from the unknowing.
“He doesn’t have much of a choice at this point,” McKinley countered, cruelly. “Undo his restraints and get him in the car. Maybe he has hidden something back at the excavation site. We should go there now!”
“That would not be wise. We should wait for daylight,” Loretta smartly replied. “We are liable to run into trouble if we try and go in the dark. Besides, we will not be able to see anything when we get there.”
I became the outlet for McKinley’s frustration. After grunting at the unwanted answer from Loretta, he walked straight up to me and smashed his right boot heel into my face. Blood poured from my mouth as my jaw seethed with pain. My wrists and arms no longer ached, as all my pain sensors were occupied now with this sensation.
To be continued…