You Can't Run Hope Davis (free ebook reader .txt) 📖

corner unless she could act quickly. She immediately started going over every personal defense class she had ever taken. The answer had to be somewhere.

The way he was roughly dragging her across the ground had moved her blindfold just enough that she could tell it was daylight. Or would be soon. So, she hadn’t been out for all that long.

Trevor stopped suddenly and tossed her legs roughly to the side. She braced herself, waiting for him to do something, but nothing happened. She heard the grass rustle, he apparently was returning to the truck.

If this guy really was her murderer, he was going to kill her with an injection. She needed to get moving. And fast. She didn’t know where he had gone but he hadn’t dragged her for that long, so she didn’t have much time.

She began struggling with her wrist restraints again, they were really tight but she knew some tricks. That was probably the reason he had gotten so upset before. She began to rub her hands together, allowing the sweat to make her hands slick. She rubbed more vigorously until she finally felt her left hand coming free.

She quickly tossed the rope aside, pulling off her blindfold and looking around. She was lying in a grass field as she had already deduced. She lifted her head a little, Trevor was already walking back with a trunk in his arms. Although this slowed him down considerably, she needed to get her legs untied too, and fast. She leaned down as inconspicuously as possible and began working on the knot. It went quickly, but not fast enough for her taste. She could hear his heaving breathing, he was almost back. She would have to fight to get the head start she wanted, and then she would take off.

She rolled over onto her stomach and into a crouch position so she could spring the minute he noticed she had untied herself. She glanced down at her hip, confirming her fears. He had her weapon.

He wasn’t dumb. He noticed something was up with the way she was laying when he was still a few paces away. Well, she was going to have to skip the attack and go straight for the run.

Just as he slammed the trunk to the ground in fit of rage she popped up from her position and began to sprint.

She ran faster than she had in her entire life. She didn’t care where she was going, everything around her was yellow field. But the mountains were further than where they had found the other women, so this wasn’t the same spot.

When he had knocked her unconscious, he had taken her work boots. Which was good because she wasn’t sure how fast she could run in them, but it was also bad because she could feel grass and bits of the ground cutting into her bare feet.

She chanced a glance over her shoulder to see, he was indeed pursuing her. She knew she couldn’t run like this forever, maybe another minute or two at most. She looked to the horizon, looking for anything that wasn’t flat grassland. There was nothing. No cover. Just grass for miles.

Where was the road they had been on? If she could head towards that maybe she would have a chance of someone spotting her. It was still early, but it was her only chance.

Knowing the mountains were to the west, which was the direction she was heading, she made a sharp left, hoping that was the correct direction for the road.

She peeked over her shoulder, he was still behind her. He wasn’t as fast though. If she could run like this forever, she could probably outrun him, but her legs and lungs were already burning, protesting her exertion. She hadn’t gotten much sleep in the past twenty-four hours, the adrenaline wasn’t going to be enough to sustain her.

She had never been religious but now she started begging anyone who would listen to her to get her out of this situation.

She felt herself slowing, her muscles were screaming. She tried to push herself faster, but it didn’t work.

Before she knew it, she felt herself being knocked to the ground from behind.

She felt her head hit the ground as the wind was knocked out of her. She gasped for breath.

For the first time since her abduction, she was face to face with Trevor.

“Goddamn it. Get up.” He dragged her to her feet. She could tell she had surprised him when she ran. He hadn’t brought anything with him to drug her.

She was still out of breath, so she complied with his instructions for now. He twisted one of her arms behind her back and she heard her elbow pop. She didn’t call out.

Naya knew that in order to save herself, she needed to keep him away from whatever was in those trunks. Luckily, her mad dash to freedom had taken them a ways from the place where he had parked. She had a few minutes before she would have to enact the next part of her plan.

She didn’t know if it would work, but she had to try.

CHAPTER 30

KEVIN

He was sitting in the waiting room at the police station, resting his head against the metal table. Atlas had set a paper cup of coffee by his head some time ago, but he didn’t feel like moving.

“You okay?” Atlas came and sat next to him.

“No.” Kevin mumbled, slowly lifting his head from the table.

“It’s not your fault.” He replied, and he heard him take a gulp of coffee.

“Easy for you to say. Why aren’t you out looking for her?” Kevin regretted the accusation the minute it came out of his mouth, it sounded harsher than he had intended.

Atlas held up a hand. “I’ve got officers all over the state looking for her. But