Daniel carried her into the cabin. Frost would surely cover the world in the morning. The pale sky was giving way to darkness. He sat her on the couch, went back to the car and fished out their minimal belongings - three bags of groceries and one bag of clothes. "I'll get us better clothes tomorrow."
"Hell, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." Samantha laid down on the couch and propped her bad ankle up on the cushioned arm. "I think I'm going to like having a man wait on me hand and foot."
Daniel grunted, strolled to the kitchen and began to unpack their food. "Mac and cheese ok for tonight?"
"Oh my god, a gourmet in the making. I'm not cooking so I suppose it will have to do."
"What are the odds they are onto us already?"
"Took you a while to get there. You should have asked that before we left the hospital. We're both as good as dead right now."
"So what are they waiting for? If they know who I am, where we are and what we know, where's the holdup?"
"They may be waiting to see if you get anywhere with me."
"Isn't that a long shot?"
"With what I know, they'll gamble for the info."
"Why don't you just give it to them? What makes them want to kill you?"
Samantha rolled onto her side. She stared at the oak floor and said, "I turned."
"You turned? How long?"
"Months. They had me as a target. We were almost there. The first of the money had already come in when I killed one of their assassins. I didn't care. One more job and we were to be paid in full."
"So these three guys meant a lot to you."
"Only the world."
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