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check us into a room?"
    It
was an easy answer. He'd parked us twenty feet from the front
desk, which was at the top of the 'U'. Whichever
direction I ran, he'd easily catch me before I made it very
far. I could always hope to make enough of a scene that the police
got involved, but I hadn't forgotten about the gun hidden
inside his jacket.
    "I
won't go anywhere."
    Ash
considered my response, nodded and then exited the car. I craned
around so I could follow his progress. Checking in seemed to go
smoothly, and five minutes later Ash was back at the car.
    Our
unit was all the way to the end at the base of the U on the ground
floor, and based on what I could see through the windows, it was just
as run-down as the exterior had suggested it would be.
    Ash
popped the trunk, grabbed a duffle bag, and then escorted me inside.
If anything, it was worse than I'd expected from outside. Dark shag
carpet that had obviously seen better days, walls with
honest-to-goodness peeling wallpaper on them, and a bed that I was
almost positive was leaning slightly to one side.
    "I
need to get some sleep. It's dangerous to stop, but it's
even more dangerous to be operating this tired. Can I trust you to
stay put?"
    It
was hard to believe he was this stupid. Of course I wasn't
going to stay put. I'd let him nod off, wait for him to get
into a really deep sleep, and then I'd sneak out.
    "Of
course. I'm not going anywhere considering that there's a
psychopath out there looking for us."
    Ash
nodded as he started emptying the contents of the duffle bag onto the
bed. Clothes, knives, duct tape, another gun, extra ammunition, a
first-aid kit. Despite having slept for at least a few hours, I was
still feeling some of the effects of having been scared for my life
off and on for most of the last day. My knees wanted to buckle, so I
obliged them by dropping down onto the room's only chair, a
Spartan metal number, and putting my head in my hands.
    Ash
continued to rattle around on the other side of the room. It sounded
like he was repacking, but I just couldn't bring myself to care
much. When the movement stopped, I finally picked my head back up
enough to see that he had indeed re-packed his duffle of everything
but one of the knives, a couple of magazines, and a box of
ammunition.
    He
left all of that on the bed, turned on the TV, and then walked over
to me. I half-expected him to go into the bathroom. Instead he moved
with some of the unnatural speed both he and Anton had demonstrated
the night before. Before I realized his intention he dropped onto my
lap, immobilized my arms with his legs, and pulled the roll of duct
tape out from behind his back.
    I
had a moment to scream, but he'd surprised me so completely
that I was gagged before I could really react. Working with an
unhurried efficiency, Ash proceeded to tape me to the chair, first my
torso and arms, and then my legs. When he finished, I was able to
move my hands from the wrist down and nothing else.
    "Sorry,
Kristin. I wish I hadn't had to do that, but you were lying to
me just now. Believe it or not, it's for your own protection."
    I
couldn't say anything, so I cursed him under my breath and
glared, but it didn't seem to bother him. He casually picked me
up, chair and all, and placed me in front of the window. With the
blinds mostly closed, I could look out, but there wasn't much
chance anyone would see me. As he moved back to my side, I realized
just how impressive his casual feat of strength had been. Plenty of
guys could pick me up, but not many could do it without huffing and
puffing. I'd known he was strong, but I hadn't realized
he was quite that strong.
    "OK,
here's what you need to do. I want you to watch very carefully
out that window. Every time you see a car pull into the parking lot,
every time you see someone walk in off the street, you need to make
sure you're positive it isn't Anton. If it's Anton
then wake me up by tapping these against the chair."
    He
slipped his keys into my right