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comforters, and the bathroom shower had a fine film of mold growing on it.
     
    She climbed into a chair near the rickety table and pulled her feet up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. That sight was almost enough to break Blaine’s heart. He couldn’t stand to see her; so, he turned around and left, making sure to lock the door behind him.
     
    Felicity knew that he had not noticed the phone. He hadn’t noticed it because somebody had moved it off the battle-scarred nightstand, and it was peeking out from underneath one side of the bed. She waited a few minutes, making sure he was actually gone by peeking through the window and watching him go to the convenience store and enter.
     
    She was pretty sure the phone was going to cost her an arm and a leg, but that was a small price to pay for her freedom. She set it on the nightstand and dialed the operator. She asked if it was possible to make a collect call. The operator said, yes . Then, the operator asked her what the number was that she wanted to reach.
     
    Felicity had been schooled to memorize her father’s phone number when she was a child, and she had never forgotten it. She gave the operator the number and she put it through, almost immediately her father picked up.
     
    “Daddy! Daddy, I need your help!”
     
    “Felicity, where are you?”
     
    “He went to the store and left me here at this motel. It’s crap! I don’t know where it is, but it’s next to a truck stop or what used to be a truck stop. It’s closed now.”
     
    “He left you there alone?” Her father sounded very suspicious and Felicity couldn’t blame him. “I think he thinks there’s no phone here. It was hidden almost under the bed. I’m really scared, Daddy. Please come get me.”
     
    “How did you get to the motel?”
     
    Why is he asking me all the stupid questions? Oh, he has to figure out where I am! “We took a bus after we left the bar. We had to leave the car at a bar, so the guys that were coming after us because they wanted the money back for the dope they bought from Blaine wouldn’t kill us.”
     
    “He sold the dope?”
     
    Felicity’s heart dropped. Her father had not asked her if she was okay. He had not asked her if she was safe or whether she’d been harmed. He had not asked her if she was scared, and he had not said he would come get her. What he had said and what he had asked was if Blaine had sold the dope.
     
    “Yes, Daddy. He sold some dope he got from somewhere. He said he stole it from a police evidence room and that you told him to, but I told him that was a lie. There was no way you would’ve ever told anyone to do that!”
     
    She waited for reassurances that never came. She waited for him to tell her the Blaine was a liar and a drug dealer, but he never said that. All he said was, “Would you remember where he took you to sell that dope?”
     
    “I don’t know.”
     
    Her heart was breaking. He isn’t trying to find me, he’s trying to find his drugs! Blaine had not been lying. Her father was a drug dealer, her father was a criminal. Why am I so surprised? Memories that she had held at bay ever since childhood came back, and she began to sob.
     
    “Daddy, are you going to come and get me?”
     
    “Yes. I want you to do something for me though, Felicity.”
     
    She knew that tone of voice very well. It was the tone of voice he used when he was about to give her an order, one she dared not disobey. She was supposed to listen to her father — that was the rules of their house. “Yes, Daddy? What do you need me to do?”
     
    She hoped he would say that he wanted her to give him the name of the truck stop next door and that he wanted the name of the convenience store. That he was going to hang up and have a trace run on a call or anything, but he did not say any of that.
     
    “I need you kill him.”
     
    Felicity’s eyes widened. “Daddy, I can’t do that! How can I do that?”
     
    “It’s not that difficult.