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Shit! What was Will supposed to do? He saw the gun. It was Bruce. It was Bruce, and he had Abby. He had Will’s sister.

Will had to do something, but he couldn’t fight a bastard like Bruce. He just couldn’t.

Will was shaky. He’d taken OPJ a few hours ago, and it was wearing off. He knew it was. It was giving him that headache it always did, but he tried to push it aside. He had to think. He had to get Abby back. Somehow.

What was he going to do?

He just stayed there by his truck and watched.

As Bruce Tyler shoved Abby into his truck. It wasn’t a truck he had ever seen Bruce in before. The guy had a different car or truck every time he just showed up.

If Bruce disappeared with Abby, Will wouldn’t know where to find her. He just wouldn’t.

His truck died. He’d been able to get it a few miles, and it had died. Right at a four-way stop in town. Then he’d gotten to the inn, and it had died again. He didn’t know what was going on with it. But it just kept dying.

He turned the key again.

Nothing.

His sister had been kidnapped, and he had nothing. No way to save her.

But Braelyn’s car was right there. Braelyn always left a fucking key in one of those magnet boxes by the back bumper. She had done that since she’d been like twenty and had to have Will’s dad get her door unlocked like a million times. Will’s dad had bought it the magnet for her. Braelyn wouldn’t care about him taking her car, not if it meant he rescued his sister. Braelyn would want Abby back too.

Braelyn’s car was right there.

He tried his truck one more time.

But the engine wouldn’t turn over. It just wouldn’t.

But Braelyn’s car was right there.