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her
own injuries later but right now it was all about the
younger man in front of her.
“Listen to me, Bart. I need to find out if your legs are
pinned or if we can get you down. I need you to move
your legs to see if they are free. Do you understand me?”
“It hurts,” he whined.
Trisha clenched her teeth. “I’m in pain too. Come on.
Did you hear me about those men who ran us off the
road? They could climb down here and kill us. You need
to work with me. I can help you better if we can get you
free. I can’t do much for you right now since there’s not
enough room to treat you where you are. I have to assess
your injures but I need you out of that seat to do it.”
“Okay,” he hissed softly, “I’ll try.”
Trisha strained to listen for any sign of Slade but she
hadn’t heard any gunshots. Where is he? She experienced
a little fear suddenly. She and Bart weren’t New Species.
Would Slade just leave them behind to save his own ass?
She really hoped not. Maybe he’s gone for help but wouldn’t
he tell me first? She just didn’t know and that really
bothered her.
“I can move them.” Pain sounded in Bart’s voice.
“Terrific. I know you only have one usable hand but
you need to use your good arm to try the door. See if it
will open.”
“I can’t.”
Trisha twisted, looking at the passenger side. The
glove box had snapped open and things had fallen out.
She inched her way to the small area under the passenger
seat. The window remained intact on the passenger side
but it was cracked and spider-webbed. She used the
paper that had spilled out of the glove box to cover the
broken glass that had flown around the interior when the
SUV had rolled to protect her body. She reached for the
door handle. It moved but the door didn’t.
“Crap,” she sighed. She looked, realized the door
was still locked, and reached up. She had to work to get
the push-button lock to release. She tried the door handle
again and this time she heard a click. She twisted until
she rested on her back and pushed with one hand while
gripping the door handle. The door moved open a few
inches before it jammed into the ground outside.
“Double crap.”
“Hey, Doc.” Slade leaned down to peer inside the
wreckage at her from the passenger window. “Do you
want out? I don’t see any of those assholes coming down
here after us so far.”
“Can you get the door open?”
Slade lifted his head to study it instead of her. “I
don’t know. I’m going to have to push against the side to
see if I can lift it a few inches because the dirt is loose
here and it’s stuck on it.” He paused. “Maybe. Get ready
to feel some movement.”
It sunk in what he meant to do when she saw him
turn around and plant his feet by the back passenger
door. His back pressed against the side of the SUV. She
opened her mouth to tell him he wasn’t strong enough to
move the SUV even an inch but then the vehicle shifted a
little under her. He pushed back enough to tip the SUV
away from the ground.
“Push the door,” Slade groaned. “This bitch is
heavy.”
Trisha used both hands to shove hard on the door
that was a good half inch off the ground. It skidded on
the grass and dirt to open another foot. She pushed
harder and got another inch maybe. The ground inclined
higher. Slade groaned and the SUV shifted again. The
door dug hard into the earth under it.
Slade crouched next to the opening and put his head
inside between the door and the frame.
“Give me your hands and I’ll pull you out.”
It was only just over a foot of space, maybe sixteen
inches at most. She cursed. “I don’t think I’ll fit.”
“I was kidding about thinking you need a diet. Let’s
try, sweet thing. I think you can make it. You women
always think you are bigger than you really are. It’s more
space than you think. Go out sideways.”
Trisha grasped both of Slade’s hands. He slowly
started to pull her
own injuries later but right now it was all about the
younger man in front of her.
“Listen to me, Bart. I need to find out if your legs are
pinned or if we can get you down. I need you to move
your legs to see if they are free. Do you understand me?”
“It hurts,” he whined.
Trisha clenched her teeth. “I’m in pain too. Come on.
Did you hear me about those men who ran us off the
road? They could climb down here and kill us. You need
to work with me. I can help you better if we can get you
free. I can’t do much for you right now since there’s not
enough room to treat you where you are. I have to assess
your injures but I need you out of that seat to do it.”
“Okay,” he hissed softly, “I’ll try.”
Trisha strained to listen for any sign of Slade but she
hadn’t heard any gunshots. Where is he? She experienced
a little fear suddenly. She and Bart weren’t New Species.
Would Slade just leave them behind to save his own ass?
She really hoped not. Maybe he’s gone for help but wouldn’t
he tell me first? She just didn’t know and that really
bothered her.
“I can move them.” Pain sounded in Bart’s voice.
“Terrific. I know you only have one usable hand but
you need to use your good arm to try the door. See if it
will open.”
“I can’t.”
Trisha twisted, looking at the passenger side. The
glove box had snapped open and things had fallen out.
She inched her way to the small area under the passenger
seat. The window remained intact on the passenger side
but it was cracked and spider-webbed. She used the
paper that had spilled out of the glove box to cover the
broken glass that had flown around the interior when the
SUV had rolled to protect her body. She reached for the
door handle. It moved but the door didn’t.
“Crap,” she sighed. She looked, realized the door
was still locked, and reached up. She had to work to get
the push-button lock to release. She tried the door handle
again and this time she heard a click. She twisted until
she rested on her back and pushed with one hand while
gripping the door handle. The door moved open a few
inches before it jammed into the ground outside.
“Double crap.”
“Hey, Doc.” Slade leaned down to peer inside the
wreckage at her from the passenger window. “Do you
want out? I don’t see any of those assholes coming down
here after us so far.”
“Can you get the door open?”
Slade lifted his head to study it instead of her. “I
don’t know. I’m going to have to push against the side to
see if I can lift it a few inches because the dirt is loose
here and it’s stuck on it.” He paused. “Maybe. Get ready
to feel some movement.”
It sunk in what he meant to do when she saw him
turn around and plant his feet by the back passenger
door. His back pressed against the side of the SUV. She
opened her mouth to tell him he wasn’t strong enough to
move the SUV even an inch but then the vehicle shifted a
little under her. He pushed back enough to tip the SUV
away from the ground.
“Push the door,” Slade groaned. “This bitch is
heavy.”
Trisha used both hands to shove hard on the door
that was a good half inch off the ground. It skidded on
the grass and dirt to open another foot. She pushed
harder and got another inch maybe. The ground inclined
higher. Slade groaned and the SUV shifted again. The
door dug hard into the earth under it.
Slade crouched next to the opening and put his head
inside between the door and the frame.
“Give me your hands and I’ll pull you out.”
It was only just over a foot of space, maybe sixteen
inches at most. She cursed. “I don’t think I’ll fit.”
“I was kidding about thinking you need a diet. Let’s
try, sweet thing. I think you can make it. You women
always think you are bigger than you really are. It’s more
space than you think. Go out sideways.”
Trisha grasped both of Slade’s hands. He slowly
started to pull her
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