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Ed stared at the grainy image. “Fuck. Could be. Jimmy, go through the older footage. See if you can see if someone climbs into the backseat of the truck.”
“On it,” Jimmy replied.
“We’ll find them, Linc. I promise.”
Because nothing else was acceptable.
“How are you, Marisol?” Georgie asked, crouching in front of the other woman. She was slumped on the dirt floor.
“I’m okay,” Marisol said faintly. “Just sleepy.”
“Don’t go to sleep, okay?” Georgie told her. She took her pulse. It seemed a bit on the slow side. Shoot. Night had fallen hours ago. It had to be at least midnight. It was dark and kind of scary down here. She was trying desperately not to feel scared. She had to hold it together for Marisol and Kiesha.
Marisol had become increasingly lethargic and weak.
“Should we give her another glucose tab?” Kiesha asked.
“There’s only one left,” Georgina replied. “I don’t want to make anything worse and I don’t know how long we’ll be down here.”
“Hopefully not too much longer.” There was a scuffling noise and Kiesha jumped. “Oh fuck, do you think that’s spiders? I hate spiders.”
“There’s no spiders down here.” She was lying. There was likely a shitload of spiders.
“Or it could be a giant spider come to eat us,” Kiesha countered.
“Pretty sure any spider in here is more scared of us than we are of it.”
“That’s not fucking possible. Believe me. Giant fucking killer spiders kind of terrify me.”
“They’d terrify anyone,” Marisol said tiredly.
Okay, at least she was still lucid. But they needed out of here. Fuck! Suddenly, she heard a door slam.
Saber!
There was the sound of someone walking above them.
“Hey! Hey, asshole!” Georgina yelled up at him.
“What are you doing?” Kiesha asked.
“We need his help. For Marisol.”
“Right,” Kiesha replied grimly. “Hey, jerkface! I need to poop. Get down here! I gotta poop!”
Georgina had to grin. “Hey, smelly breath! Get down here!”
“Ass stain!” Kiesha yelled. “I got to go! Really bad!”
There was a stomping noise. He was coming. Shoot.
The door slammed open. Fudge. She wished she’d thought up a way of taking him down. But right now, getting help for Marisol was more important. Light flooded into the basement from the huge flashlight he carried.
“What the fuck you bitches yelling about?”
Crap. She could guess what he’d gone away for. To get more drugs.
“It’s Marisol,” she said quickly. “She needs medical help. She’s diabetic.”
