Page 90 of Sam's Salvation
“Not very kid friendly.” Dean looked at Max with a smirk.
“Would you guys stop with the kid stuff? Margot and I are just friends.”
“For now. Give it time.” Dean grinned as Max glowered.
They reached the main gate. Two state patrol officers stood guard. Max activated his mic. “Dorset, call the dogs off at the gate so I can get my car.”
The officer’s radio crackled to life.
“To the gate guards, please let the three men approaching you through. They’re UCs with us.” Her dry tone came through loud and clear. Sam was glad he hadn’t scarred her for life.
Frowning, the two men glanced up.
“She’s talking about us.” Dean waved and smiled.
The closest officer turned sideways and extended an arm, motioning them through.
“Do you see the car?” Sam looked around the crowded lot. It wasn’t just guest cars there now. Half a dozen state and federal cars were parked haphazardly on the asphalt lot.
“Yep.” Max stood on his toes and pointed. “Over there.”
“I’ll get the keys.” Dean jogged toward the valet station.
Sam and Max continued toward the SUV.
“You think you can maneuver us out of here?” Sam eyed the crush of vehicles.
Max crossed his arms and assessed the lot. “Yeah. I think so.”
Dean jogged up with the keys in his hand. “Let’s roll.”
Forty-One
Drip-drip.
Audra glared at the open bathroom door. The steady drip of water from the sink would drive her mad if she didn’t do something about it soon. But with her hands cuffed behind her back around this damn chair, even just feet away, she could do little more than sit here and wish she could fiddle with the taps.
She tucked her thumb against her palm and tried to slide her hand through the bracelet again. The cuff bit into her wrist and wouldn’t go any further. She’d thought about bashing the chair against the doorjamb, but that would make too much noise. The house Donny brought her to was large, but she wasn’t sure where he’d gone after he left her alone here.
At least he’d actually left her alone. She’d been afraid he was going to tie her to the bed and rape her when he’d shoved her into this room. But he’d just forced her into the chair and cuffed her to it. Something else must have drawn his attention that he needed to take care of first. She couldn’t imagine what. He’d been quite eager to violate her earlier.
Audra glanced around the room for the umpteenth time, hoping she missed something that would help her get out of the bloody cuffs. But the room was sparsely furnished. It had a queen-size bed with a rust-colored quilt, a nightstand with a small lamp, and a chest of drawers. And the southwest-inspired rug under her feet.
Drip-drip.
She poked her tongue into her cheek, a fierce frown on her face. That sound was one of the worst. At one of her particularly nastier foster homes, the hallway bath had a sink that leaked. She’d lain awake many nights, unable to sleep because of the drip-drip that echoed through the upstairs.
Muffled footfalls came down the corridor outside the room. She heard a scratch of metal on metal, then the door opened.
Audra glared at Donny as he walked in.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. I figured I should make sure the property was secure before I partook of any pleasure. You don’t mind standing in for the girl I intended to bring home tonight, do you?”
Not saying a word, she continued to glare.
“Oh, we’re back to the silent treatment.” His mouth flattened, and he walked closer. Crossing his arms, he studied her for a moment, then leaned down, putting a hand on either arm of the chair. “This can be as unpleasant as you want to make it.”
Audra whipped her head forward with force. She let out a yell of anger as her forehead connected with his nose.