Chapter 105
Okay, that just sounded beyond creepy. Like, who wrote his bad-guy villain lines, anyway? Madison couldn’t have done better, though. Not…considering that this was real life and not a bad B-movie type of thriller or anything.
She almost told him he was a sociopath—but he just wouldn’t care. That was kind of what a sociopath meant, right?
There was some give in the zip tie.
Just enough…With a twist…Madison pulled her hand free.
Thankfully, those were the cheap zip ties that had been purchased from the cleaning supply company.
They used those to fasten the bags they’d put soiled disposable jumpsuits in, before putting them in the biohazard container for future disposal—if the jumpsuits didn’t require processing themselves to make sure they weren’t contaminated.
He’d found the ties in the console of the van.
The really good ones, the ones that were just disposable handcuffs—the ERT van didn’t carry those. It wasn’t really the ERT teams’ job to cuff suspects or anything, after all.
She kept her arms behind her, though.
In the dim interior light—mostly a macabre glow from the dash—she did not want him realizing her hands were free. Madison was starting to form a plan here.
It was a plan, not a good one, but it was a plan. So to speak.
She was younger, not much smaller, and a lot more determined to get back to her caveman and make cavebabies. To get back to her mom, and Max, and Vince. To her friends.
She had survived the ambush in Garrity before. She had survived the choir hall shooting despite being shot in the back. She had survived Joey Costovia, followed by his little buddy Steve Wilson. And she had survived the ambush with Dom.
She would survive Ernie Newcomb, too.
Gloria Gaynor had nothing on her.
Madison hummed the song to herself as she braced for him to touch her. She would survive. No matter what.
As soon as he put his hands on her…
As soon as he did—she was going to fight.
No matter what.