The killer held Avery and moved to the helicopter. Avery played along all the way. Standing across her was Evan and his men.
Under the glaring sun, Evan wore a green sand-proof uniform. His skin was tanned after days he spent in the desert. He was both handsome and macho.
Evan looked worried and aggressive. He stared at the pistol held against Avery's head.
"Sir, what do we do?"
Tinder still didn't figure out why the maid had Avery's pistol. But he could feel how intense Evan was. He cared so much about her.
"Call the helicopter back."
What Evan worried most was the killer forced her to drive it and left.
If it happened, he would have to drive another helicopter to go after them.
Tinder sent a message. He looked up. The killer stepped back, taking Avery to get into the cabin.
Avery bit her lips," Are you sure you want to take me with you?"
"Shut up!"
"If you take me, I'll be your liability."