She wondered where to go next, but then Derek returned for her. “So here is the deal,” he said. “We got to cut those trees before the day ends. I can’t take you home until afterward.”
“Sure that is fine. You got to let me help though. I really want to make the terrorist pay for what he’s done and cutting trees will work will be sure to make him mad.”
“The terrorist? It sounds like you are talking about a particular person.”
“I am,” said Deborah. “But you can’t say anything. He is mine. He ruined my life and I will make him pay.”
Derek backed away a bit. So angry was her voice at the thought of the terrorist that she really didn’t realize what she looked like when she got into her rage against the killer. “Alison?”
“Sorry, I am just taking it personally.” She paused. “Deborah got out.”
