Chapter 248

Papa insisted his granddaughters know how to use a gun and how to protect themselves. She would go hunting with him every year, a rifle in one arm, a pistol in the holder on her hip. If anyone were to look at her, they’d see a young girl who resembled Annie Oakley, ready to tame America’s wild west. She knew how to shoot; she knew how to use a knife and she was good with both. Hitting the bull’s-eye nine out of ten times. She loved to go out behind her grandfather’s house and practice shooting into a bale of hay. She would do it for hours on end, spending round after round. She thought about that now, as she glanced out the side windows of the car she was tethered to. If only she had a gun or knife, they’d be free of this moron once and for all.

Right now, what she had to do was give Creighton time to find them. But how was another subject. She turned her wrist to look at the watch and fought the smile that threatened her lips. She had to somehow find a way to make him understand she