It was a couple minutes before we started again.HOLY FUCK! This hurt to a level that neared getting punched in the face, though this was a constant pa...n. I tried to move my arm thinking readjusting myself might alleviate some of the pain.Henare snapped at me. “You do that again and I’ll have Sammy and Fiti sit on you.”With that tone I knew he wasn’t kidding around. Take the pain or be smothered by two Samoans. What a toss-up. Settled down and Henare went back to work.As we went along the. .. maybe ... Linda. That's it. We'll call you Linda." He began to gently rub my arm. I wanted to scream my name was Mark and not Linda."It is a shame to keep a pretty little thing like you chained," he said rubbing my ankle, "so if you're nice to me and I'll see what I can do to get the Doc to take this chain off."A ray of hope perhaps? Would he really help me? What did he mean by being nice? I didn't want to turn down a chance for outside help but I was more afraid right then than I had ever. I helped Jeannie put the hamper back into the car and asked where she got it."Dad got it for me from Harold's grandfather. It doesn't have a lot of miles, but they must have all been hard miles. It's perfect for running around. If you can believe it, I think it was moonshiner's car. They usually run good but are nearly worn out early. Dad said he really didn't give but twenty-five for it. I'll get the twenty-five out of it."I told her I wouldn't be home until about eight, and she just nodded.. "You know I didn't kill those girls. You know that don't you?" He lifted his head, looking down into her tear filled eyes.Jenna stared into his eyes, looking deep. She saw warmth and love, caring and worry, passion. But she didn't see death. She nodded slowly. "No, you couldn't have killed them, Ethan. I know you couldn't have done it."His arms tightened around her, drawing her back against him. Relief flooded through him, relief that the woman he loved believed in him, that she trusted him..