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1 " dead.” Her heart rate ticked up. She glanced at "
― Sandra Brown , Sting
2 " he replaced "
3 " What people aren't looking for, they rarely see. "
4 " She heard the rustle of the tarp beneath him "
5 " sound of outrage, mostly at herself for being so easily tricked by talk of sexy kisses. She pulled hard on her hand, knowing already that it was futile. Then she remembered the knife. She had set it down after using it to cut the bandana into strips. She began searching for it with her free hand. But he was ahead of her on that, too. “It’s in my seat pocket,” he said, “where the cuff was. It was careless of you to set it down within my reach after you used it.” “I was trying to keep you from bleeding to death!” “If I do, you’ll be able to roll me over, get the knife, and cut yourself free. But the only way you’ll get to it is if I’m dead.” “Please don’t do this. I can’t help you if I can’t move around.” “Right now you can help me by lying still and being quiet.” “Be reasonable, Shaw. It’s over. You have a serious, possibly mortal wound. We have no way of knowing the extent of the internal injuries.” She went on like that for at least a full "
6 " tetanus, and neither "
7 " have cost precious time. He’d kept moving. It was insufferably hot and sultry. Sweat had "
