Shirlee McCoy - Exit Strategy

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THE WIDOW'S PROTECTORLark Porter thinks she'll find answers about her husband's death when she returns to their former home, but someone doesn't like the questions she's asking. She's quickly taken captive, and all that stands between her and certain death is a mysterious stranger telling her to trust him if she wants to get out alive. Hostage Rescue and Extraction Team member Cyrus Mitchell marvels at Lark's strength and determination to survive. The closer they get to freedom, the more dangerous the situation becomes. Once free, though, it takes all the skills and training Cyrus has to outmaneuver the deadly killers on their trail.Mission: Rescue–No job is too dangerous for these fearless heroes

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She held on to that thought, clung to it as she rubbed the rope against the nail. Back and forth. Up and down. Subtle movements. Slow movements. Counting. One. Two. Three. Wait ten. Start again. One. Two. Three. She missed and the nail raked against skin already raw from five nights’ worth of struggling.

Five nights.

Six days.

Heading into another long night.

How many more did she have?

At some point, Elijah would be done with whatever game he was playing. When that happened, she would die. She knew that as surely as she knew that Joshua hadn’t accidentally shot himself eighteen months ago, that he’d been murdered.

She dragged the rope against the nail again and again and again, thought the bonds might be loosening. Prayed that they were. As determined as she was, as much as she wanted to succeed, the odds were against her. She was tied up in a rotting trailer, sitting at the edge of a religious compound deep in the heart of a Pennsylvania forest. She could scream all she wanted, beg all she wanted, but there wasn’t a person in the compound who’d help her. They all believed the lies, supported the cause. And the cause was Elijah’s dogma, his doctrine.

Her stomach churned, the sickening scent of vomit and death filling her nose as she struggled to cut through the ropes. The dinner that had been left on a tray near the door only added to the awful stench. She’d made the mistake of eating meals three times. She’d lost hours after each one, drugged into a deep sleep that had left her disoriented, dehydrated and muddleheaded.

She couldn’t afford to have that happen again. Now she didn’t eat. She just smelled the rich aroma of stew and home baked bread. Prisoners in Amos Way were fed well.

And then, they died.

Accidental deaths.

Deaths that no one questioned, because no one in the community questioned anything. There were rules and bylaws and community mores every member of the group agreed to. Even she and Joshua had, signing the contract that bound them to Amos Way for five years. They’d made it through three, and then Joshua had died, and Lark had left. She should have stayed away. It would have been the safe thing to do, the wise thing. But she’d had to know, she’d had to find out the truth. Joshua deserved that.

She missed the rope again. This time, the nail dug in so deep, blood slid down her arm. She wiped it against her skirt and kept working. One. Two. The rope shifted, the threads separating, blood rushing into her fingers.

Not free yet, but she could feel the ropes giving. She allowed herself a moment of celebration, a second of rejoicing. Maybe she could free herself. Maybe she could find her way out of the trailer, out of the compound, back to civilization.

If John McDermott and his security team didn’t catch her before then. John had trussed her up so tight, she’d lost feeling in her feet and in her hands. Aside from the gouge she’d just cut in her arm, there were other signs that she’d been held captive. If she died, those marks would have to be explained. Or maybe not.

Maybe John would carry her body into the woods, bury her deep enough that animals would never dig her up. She shuddered, tugging frantically against the rope. It gave, the sudden slack in it so surprising, she stilled.

Free?

It didn’t seem possible, but she tugged again and the rope gave even more. Her pulse jumped, and she yanked one more time, the ropes giving completely. She didn’t sit up, didn’t reach down to free her ankles. She couldn’t let the security team know she was free. If she did, they’d tie her up again, remove the nail, take away her one hope that she might actually get out of Amos Way alive.

She kept her arms in front of her, clutching the rope in her hand as she staggered to her knees, shuffled to the bathroom, her body so weak, she wasn’t sure she’d make it.

There. Finally. No door to the room, but the camera was angled away, the bathroom tiny and windowless, offering no hope of escape.

She’d find another way out after she removed the rope from her ankles. It took too long, her muscles weak, her fingers still numb from too many days without good blood flow. Somewhere outside, a dog barked, the sound muted by the trailer walls. Was the security team heading her way? Had she been in the bathroom too long? Were they coming to check on her?

The thought made her heart beat faster, made her fingers even clumsier. The dog barked gain, the sound seeming to come from the other side of the wall. She gave up her fight with the ropes, shuffled out of the bathroom, her long skirt catching on broken tiles and debris, her knees bruised and aching. She settled down on the floor again, her back to the door that she knew would fly open at any moment. Someone would walk in, look around.

Check the ropes?

Please, God, don’t let that happen.

She prayed because it was what Josh would have done, prayed because she had nothing else. No one else. Prayed because through everything, through all the sorrow and the grief and the uncertainty, faith had been her one constant, her one truth. God knew. He understood. He wanted justice as much as she did.

So, why was she lying in a putrid trailer alone?

She should have been back at work over a month ago, should have reported to her fifth grade classroom the third week of August. Had anyone noticed her absence? Had they gone looking for her? No one had come to the compound. She knew that for sure.

Her eyes burned with tears. She wouldn’t let them fall. She hated crying almost as much as she hated quitting. She’d been a fighter her entire life, and she’d keep fighting, because there was nothing else to do. No other way out of the situation she’d gotten herself into.

And, she had gotten herself into it.

She could have refused her in-laws’ invitation to return to Amos Way. She could have ignored the doubts that had nagged at her since Joshua’s death.

Could have. Should have. Would have.

A hundred regrets, but she couldn’t do anything about them.

Keys jingled. The lock on the door turned. The door opened, cold crisp air filling the darkness. She didn’t dare turn to look at the person entering. Didn’t dare move. Barely dared to breathe.

Please just let him be getting the food.

Please let him go away.

Please...

A light flashed on the floor near her head, glanced over the wall, landed on the nail still stained with her blood. He saw it. She knew that he did. Saw the trail of red that stained the dingy floor, the glossy drops that proved how she’d been spending her time.

She clutched the ropes that she’d broken through, her heart slamming against her ribs, her stomach sick with dread. She could have turned, faced the man as he approached, but she still wanted to hope and believe that he didn’t know, that he hadn’t seen the broken ends of the rope, the trail of blood.

The floor creaked, boots tapping against linoleum.

Fabric rustled, and she felt him. Right there. Inches away. John? He’d been one of Joshua’s best friends. They’d grown up together. But friendship didn’t mean much in Amos Way. All that mattered was the group cause, the combined beliefs, the value of community and the blind faith in Elijah Clayton. Elijah had named her the enemy. He’d set her up, accused her of theft, beaten her, tossed her in the trailer and left her to rot. No one in Amos Way would question that. No one would come to her aid.

She swallowed down bile, refusing to give in to panic.

Someone touched her shoulder, and she flinched.

“You’ve gotten yourself into a dangerous situation,” a man said. She didn’t know the voice. Not surprising. Most of the men on Elijah’s security team were outsiders, hired hands who got paid well to protect Amos Way.

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