Chapter 89

• Dave erupted into laughter, the sound boisterous and grating as it echoed around the room. "You think I want to keep this a secret, Kathryn?" He tsked, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. "Really, you should know better."
• "I don't understand." Her voice was barely a whisper, her words slurring slightly as her head pounded in sync with her heartbeat, making it difficult to focus on anything around her. She just wanted to succumb to sleep, to escape the relentless pain. Instead, she shifted slightly, pushing off the ground with her feet until she felt something solid jab into her thigh from the duffel bag beneath her.
• Something that felt like her gun.