Page 133 of One Last Chance

“Five. Go.”

Axel took off, pulling Flynn behind him. Kennedy picked up her skirt, raced ahead, past the barking dog and the chickens, past the garden and the berry cages, and then she veered away from the path, across the field.

Where on earth?—

Flynn followed her, limping a little, and he had a strong feeling who might be the pair left behind.

He got Flynn to the edge of the forest. “Kennedy!”

She was twenty feet into the woods and now turned. “Hurry up!”

“Where are we going?”

“C’mon!” She turned back, and Flynn grunted. This wasn’t going to end well.

In every single scenario of how his life might end, being shot in the back by the Midnight Sun Killer hadn’t even remotely entered his brain. So, yeah, he had nothing.

Except, well, he wasn’t done yet.

Kennedy stood at a small clearing, breathing hard. Looked at him. “Help me.”

With what?And then he saw it—a trapping pit. Layered with loam and leaves and left to rot in the woods.

Kennedy found the handle, tugged, but it barely moved.

He got on the other edge and gave it some oomph. The trap opened, and she let it drop.

A hole, maybe fifteen feet down. The bottom glistened.

Water. Clearly, the top was porous. And the bottom made of rock and clay, poor drainage.

A net was rolled up at the edge. Kennedy went to pull it across.

“The fall kills them or wounds them, and then . . . We need some way to get meat, and we don’t have guns.”

“You should get some.”

Kennedy gave him a look. “Help me get some leaves over this.”

“He’s not going to walk into this. He’s smarter than that.”

She looked at him, andshoot,she possessed the same green-eyed fierceness as her sister. “Do you have a better idea? Because thank you for bringing my past into my world.”

Oh.

But maybe that was directed at Flynn.Ouch.

Of course Flynn responded. “Hey. You’re the one who took off into the wilds of Alaska without telling anyone.”

“What do you mean without telling anyone? I sent my necklace out with Dori. With a note. How was I to know that Mr. Crazy Stalker would find her and . . . and . . .” Kennedy’s voice crumbled. “I can’t believe he killed her.”

“Kennedy—” Flynn started.

“Why did you bring him here?”

She blinked at her. “Seriously? Because I was looking for you! Because I love you! Because deep down inside I knew you weren’t dead?—”

“Of course I’m not dead.”

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