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to his nape and he turns to me slowly and takes off his sunglasses. "Did you just fucking spit on me?"
    I keep my mouth thin-lipped and his friend yells for him again. He turns back and yells something in Spanish in response, before turning to me again. "Fucking do it again, and I'll make sure the next round makes you brain damaged. Not even dead."
    "Logan will fucking kill you if you touch me," I say. I breathe deep and stare him down. "You idiots left the map on the computer, he'll find it and find me."
    He stares at me and I realize I've done it. He didn't know. Is it a good thing that he knows now? He turns and jogs back down the range and skips over the barrier made of milk crates where the shooter and Damian are. He starts yelling something at Damian, and Damian falls to his knees, begging and grabbing the white-suited man's legs. The white-suited man tears Damian off him and kicks him back against the dirt. The white-suited man nods to the other, and the shooter points at Damian and lets a loud bang ring out. A plume of dust rises into the sky as Damian's body hits the ground and settles. Oh my fucking god they killed him! I scream, unable to contain myself. I squirm harder against the duct tape, but both men notice me and another shot rings off, splintering wood above my head. My ears start ringing as wood chips and splinters fall into my hair.
    "Fucking Jesus christ," I scream. My heart is racing. I feel like I'm going to pass out. If I could just get free...
    There's a jagged piece of glass near my foot from the broken bottle, but I don't know how I could possibly use it to cut my restraints without them seeing. They're just standing out there, looking at me. Damian's body has ripples of heat coming off of it and I shudder at the image. It has to be a mirage, it has to be.
    This has to be a dream.
    After kicking the body, the man in the white suit climbs over the milk crates and hikes back up-range to face me again. I try to look as unaffected as possible, despite feeling the dry channels of tears on my cheeks. He grins as he gets closer and I can make out his face again.
    " Señorita , see what happens when you fuck with us?"
    "You're psychopaths, that's all I see."
    He reels his hand back to slap me, but hesitates as I keep my eyes locked on his. Is he heeding my warning about Logan? He kicks at my shin and I groan in surprise and pain. "Stupid bitch," he says. He spits on the ground and kicks at me again. I try and not scream, but it's hard. Logan will find me, won't he? I have to trust him.
    "What do you even want with me?" I beg.
    He shakes his head and chuckles like I'm a fool. I frown and want to spit on him again, but resist if it'll mean he'll break my shin. Or worse. "We know you're with Logan, and he's fucking around where his nose don't belong in our turf."
    I can't help but smile a little, which makes his face transform from sarcastic to aggressive.
    He kicks me again and spits on me. I bite back a scream and he turns his back on me and heads back down the range. I try and burn holes into the back of his head, but he doesn't even flinch.
    Logan, what the fuck did you get me into?
    A small vibration echoes off the hills around me. A motorcycle? The men down-range both look toward the road, and the one checks his gun. I stare down at the shard of glass and try to nudge it closer with my foot. I manage to scrape it against the dirt and bring it between my feet, but now what? It's a good thing they only taped my arms and upper body against the telephone pole. I wiggle and try to pick up the shard with my feet, but it slips free and tumbles. God dammit.
    A plume of dust and smoke rise in the distance, behind the hills. It has to be Logan. The distinctive sound of his motorcycle grows louder, until it's swarming in the hot air. I stretch and managed to scrape the shard closer to me. I pinch it between my feet and try and lift it up, my muscles straining. I squeeze my abs as hard as possible to raise myself off