. along with most of the patrons, I'd guess."Now it was Etchevarry's turn to lean back and think."How well did your wife know this guy?" Christie was ...er best friend and so I guess she saw him fairly regularly when she was over there." Did she ever say anything about him?"I shrugged. "I mentioned him being an asshole when I first met him and she shrugged it off, saying he was a 'character.'"Etchevarry began to look through his file once more before finding another piece of paper and spent a. I thought you were dead,” she said through the choked voice that meant she was crying. “I called Jordan and he’s on his way to Chicago.” The calm control of her words belied the emotion I could hear in her voice. I don’t remember anyone caring about me like that.“I wasn’t conscious,” I said. “I came to my senses enough to call you just now. Really, I’m okay now, but apparently I’ve been out of it for a day.”“Thirty-five hours,” Riley whispered softly. “Dag, I thought I’d lost you.”“Not this. She had always paid attention to cartoons featuring women with bound arms and legs and a cloth gag pulled between their lips. In high school, after her parents were asleep, she would lock her bedroom door and tie her arms and legs with scarves. One time, after seeing something similar online, she had pocketed a handful of clothespins from the laundry room, and then - with her ankles, knees, and thighs all tightly bound in silk scarves - she had taken two of the wooden pins and carefully placed. “Git up,” he directed.Dylan’s head still hurt but he could stand without help.“We’re headin’ to the other camp ... gonna make a trade. C’mon...” George turned away.“NO!” Both Tina and Dylan said together, and then she continued, “I’m not going back, George!”He turned back and flashed her a smile. “Trust me,” he said.Sister Nancy stood on the beach and waited for the canoe-like boat as it slowly approached under the carpet of night. A dark hooded figure was using a pole to move the vessel.