Patrick rubbed his chin. “For sure, I know that if I don’t, ye’ll be findin’ a way to do it behind me back.”
“We should also involve the police,” Camri declared. “Or at least get some men to come with us. There’s power in numbers.”
“Aye. That’s true enough.” Patrick’s expression was one of deep contemplation.
“Then you’ll help me?” Kenzie didn’t hide the hopefulness in her tone.
Patrick’s blue eyes narrowed. “But what if I lose ye on the way to wherever Arthur is takin’ ye? Ye’ll be plopped into a hornet’s nest, and there’ll be no one to help ye.”
“That’s why we should all go,” Camri said. “We’ll rent a horse for you, then Judith and I will take Caleb’s car.” She smiled as if it were the perfect solution.
“Ye don’t know how to drive. Besides, there’s no need for the two of ye to go.”
“Of course there is,” Camri said, looking to Judith for help.
Judith nodded and parroted her friend. “Of course there is.”
Patrick shook his head. “No need that a reasonable man could be thinkin’ up.”
Camri lifted her chin in defiance. “Either we figure out a plan together, or Judith and I will figure one out separately. You know we’re capable of it. And for your information, Mr. Murdock, I know very well how to drive.”
He looked at each of the women and sighed as he cast his gaze heavenward. “God help us.”
Kenzie smiled. “I’m already assured of His assistance, but what of yours?”
Patrick shrugged. “What choice would I be havin’?”
CHAPTER
22
The door to Micah’s cell opened, flooding the room with light. He couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t seem like the regular twenty-four hours had passed since he’d last seen his jailers.
Micah scooted to the edge of the bed and touched his bare feet to the cold, damp floor. “Well, I must say this is a surprise.” He tried his best to sound nonchalant. “If I had known I’d have company this early, I would have straightened up.”
“We’re taking you for a little ride,” the big man said, moving toward Micah. He yanked him to his feet.
“And where would we be going on this fine day?” Micah squinted, still trying to get his eyes to adjust to the light.
“The boss wants to see you.”
“Arthur Morgan?”
The man grinned. “Come along like a good fella. Don’t be causing me any trouble. I’d hate to have to mar that handsome face.”
Micah wasn’t sure what to make of the situation but knew if he was to have any chance of escape, he needed to be free of this room.
He walked with exaggerated slowness, hoping it would draw attention to his shackles. He stumbled a couple of times for effect. Finally, the larger of his jailers stopped him.
“I’m going to take these off, but if you try anything, it’ll be the last thing you do.”
Micah gave him a look of surprise. “What would Mr. Morgan say if you killed me?”
The man smiled. “He plans to pay me to do exactly that. Leastwise, that’s my understanding. If it happens sooner rather than later, well, that’s just the way it goes.”
“So Arthur Morganisthe one I have to thank for these long days of rest.”
“Shut up and keep moving,” the man growled and gave Micah a hard push.
