Free Committed by E. H. Reinhard Page A

works.”
    “Yeah, lead the way,” Nick said. He waited for Joey to turn and then lifted himself from the captain’s chair. Nick pulled the garrote from his pocket. “Molly, baby, did you want to go ahead and kill Heather for me now?” Nick asked.
    In a single motion, he crossed his arms and looped the wire around Joey’s neck from behind. Nick pulled the two handles away from each other while Joey flailed with his hands, trying to fight Nick off, which would do no good. Over the sound of Joey’s feet kicking and his arms flailing and slapping off of the walls, a woman screamed, and glass broke. Joey quit fighting within thirty seconds. Nick stared back into the galley to see Molly sitting on top of Heather. Molly had broken the wine glass on the edge of the counter and used it to stab the woman.
    “I saved her for you to finish off, babe,” Molly said.
    “One second, dear.” Nick held his position, gave the handles one final yank, and let the man drop to the floor. He pulled the garrote from Joey’s neck and walked to Molly and Heather.
    Molly stabbed the broken wine glass into the woman’s stomach again. Heather made a sound like a gag. Molly lifted herself off the woman. Heather’s hands went to the wound, and she rolled herself onto her stomach. She weakly pulled herself across the white tile, leaving a blood-smeared trail behind.
    “Where are you headed, bitch?” Molly asked.
    Nick watched Heather pull herself across the white floor until she neared the door. Then he walked over, grabbed her by the back of the hair, and wrapped her neck with the garrote. Nick sat on her back as he pulled. He felt the wire pull through her throat almost immediately. Nick saw the blood pooling under her head. The woman was dead in seconds.
    Nick removed himself from her back. “Okay, baby. Let’s get this cleaned up.”
    “Got it.” Molly knelt next to the bloody trail from the woman and gently picked up broken pieces of glass.
    Nick lifted Joey’s body by the armpits and dragged him toward the RV’s door.
    “What are we going to do with them?” Molly asked.
    “We’ll put them below if they fit—get rid of them tomorrow or something,” Nick said.
    He popped open the door and looked out. The campground was dark, aside from their fire and a couple of additional campfires burning in the distance between the trees—he heard the faint sounds of people holding conversations and a bit of music. Nick stepped out from the front door and went to the doors at the side of the RV, or what Joey had referred to as the basement. Nick crouched and looked into the one where Joey had kept the wood. The light from their campfire lit the compartment enough for Nick to get a good view inside—the area was big enough to accommodate both bodies if the wood was removed. Nick pulled all the wood from the compartment and stacked it near the side of the RV. Then he walked back inside.
    Molly was still working on cleaning up. “So what’s the plan?”
    “Well, let’s get these two below.”
    “And then? Are we getting our stuff from our site and leaving right away?”
    Nick shrugged. “We have firewood and this guy’s beer. Clean up, have a couple of beers around the fire, and see what happens.”
    Molly smiled and went back to swabbing blood from the floor.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    We’d put the wheels in motion the prior night after a discussion with Scott and Bill. After a call back to Manassas, Ball and the twins were going to make contact again with the Montana resident agency and the local sheriff’s department. While we didn’t know if that was where they were heading, and the local department had already spoken with anyone they could connect with the girl, we wanted everyone on high alert.
    I’d just finished a morning phone call with Karen and was about to head downstairs in search of breakfast when my phone buzzed against my leg. I yanked it out, glanced at the screen and clicked Talk.
    “Yeah, Scott,” I said.
    “How close