“Sawyer, you do realize you sound both paranoid and delusional, right?”
“Bite me, Campbell.”
“That’s a pretty way to talk to the person who got you out of that hole.”
“I’m not paranoid. Or delusional.”
“Okay, well… I’m just saying. I’ve known your so-called kidnapper my entire life. She doesn’t have it in her to use the wrong fork at the dinner table, let alone drug a couple of Debutantes and throw them in a hole.”
“I’m not going to argue with you about this, Cam. She threw us in that hole, and I got the distinct feeling that after she got whatever she wanted from us, she was going to bury us alive. We have to get out of here.”
“Do you even know where here is?”
“Enlighten me.”
“We’re on King’s Island, and we really don’t want to be here when it starts to storm.”