Four days later
Clarice ‘Honey’ Potts sighed as the noise in the back of the truck increased, both in volume and tempo. She checked the GPS on her cell, and saw that there was a small wooded area coming up in about two miles. With her wide, gorgeous eyes – deceptively and softly baby blue – she glanced over at the man in the passenger seat.
“I was hoping the drugs would tranq him for another hour, at least.”
“Yeah, me too.” Tom ‘Tank’ Devereux shifted his muscled bulk in the too-small seat. “We’ll have to deal with this.”
“Yep.” Honey checked the rearview mirror, saw that the road was clear. “Let’s pull over up here and persuade our boy to shut his f*****g trap, huh?”
Tank flashed her a grin. “Now you’re talking, darlin’.”
She saw a small dirt path leading into the woods and she took
