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Monica got her gun out.

“Hell, what do you think I’m going to try and do?” Denny eyed her with the gun.

“Nothing. Not with a gun on you.”

Andy removed his cuff from the bar pole, placed his hands in front of him, and cuffed them. He grabbed his arm and led him to the bathroom.

“What are you going to fix for us for lunch?” Helen asked.

“Soup and crackers.” Andy stayed by the bathroom door while Monica stayed nearby.

“That’s all?” Denny did his business, then came out of the bathroom, and Andy took him back to his post and handcuffed him.

“We’re on rations until we get picked up,” Monica said.

“I want one of the steaks I brought here,” Denny said.

Monica smiled. “Andy and I should eat them to celebrate taking the two of you into custody.”

“That would be theft.” Denny raised a brow.

Monica shook her head. “Truthfully, we’ll save them for later just in case it takes us a while to get out of here.”

Denny frowned at her. “Where did you come from? You couldn’t have driven here. I would have seen a car when I went to get firewood. And we’re snowed in.”

“We hiked in.”

“Is that how you got your injuries?” Denny asked.

Monica didn’t respond. Andy didn’t either. It was none of Denny and Helen’s business.

Then Denny said, “You’re damn lucky no polar bear attacked the two of you.” Then he sank down on the pillow. “I guess you can’t call anyone from here.”

“We both have satellite phones, but there's no reception in the blizzard and forest.” Andy felt frustrated over that as well.

“Figures.”

“How did you think you would get the ransom money from Pierre?” Monica asked.

“We didn’t expect the blizzard to hit this hard.” Helen squirmed to get comfortable.

“You didn’t expect anyone to come looking for you? Here? When we know Denny’s grandparents owned the cabin?” Monica asked.

Helen cast a hard look at Denny. “You said this was a friend’s cabin, and no one knew you were friends with him. No wonder they’re here. Jeez, Denny. You’re such an idiot.”

Monica frowned at Denny, then searched through a drawer in a desk in the living room.

No more honey this or that, Andy noticed. He joined Monica at the desk. “What are you looking for?”

“If his grandparents don’t own this place, anyone who might come to help us will look at the wrong location.”

“But you had the description of the place, and you went straight to it.” However, Andy was beginning to think she had valid concerns.

She pulled out some mail. “Yeah, but the cabins look so similar, and the terrain features covered in snow do too. The address they sent these to is someone other than Denny’s grandparents.” Her face was a little flushed.

Andy rubbed her back. “Hey, I’m surprised we made it toanycabin in this blizzard.” Then he smiled. “Besides, it worked out in the end because we came to the right one anyway.”

“True, but if my fellow agents come to assist us when my boss doesn’t hear back from me, they will look for Denny and Helen at the wrong location. They won’t know we’re all here. They might think the tip was wrong or that Denny took Helen elsewhere and never intended to come out here.”