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Now that I had something to work with, I felt energized. I paced around the room. We had set the safe deposit box up so that Chance or I or Jim could open it with the required bank employee. Now that I knew Jim was a DHS agent, I thought there might be a way to get a message to him about our situation.
I could call Jim and ask him to meet us at the bank with the key so we can open the safe deposit box. He'll question why. I'll tell him I need to refer to Harry's journal with the coordinates. There's something I need to check. Assuming our captors aren't safe deposit box kind of people they may not know that any dual control used to secure the boxes requires one key to be held by the customer and one by the bank. If they raise the question, I can say we made special arrangements that ours requires Chance or I to be there with one of our keys as well as Jim's key because he's our lawyer.
Our captors would never let me go in alone, but I could probably find some way to pass a piece of paper to Jim. To do that, I needed to make sure I had access to the paper and pen. I retrieved them from the bathroom and put them in my pillowcase. I realized that was becoming my go to hiding place. If Chance ever gets me an engagement ring, he should hide it in my pillowcase. Fudge. Where had that thought come from? Did I want to marry Chance? After what happened with Jamison, I was pretty determined never to get married again. I was glad I'd fallen in love again, but I wasn't sure I was willing to take another shot at marriage.
I shook my head to get my thoughts back on track. I paced around the room and went over the key points in my head. I wanted to remember but didn't want to write it down. I knocked on the wall and woke Cassie again. "I've got a plan."
"Great. Give me the gist of it."
It was risky explaining a complicated plan in whispers through a wall, but I could only hope Cassie understood what I was saying. When I finished my explanation, she suggested a couple of tweaks, and we ran through what each of us needed to do over and over so we were sure we had it memorized.
We both understood that doing anything or not doing anything in our current situation was a risk. There was no guarantee that our captors would behave the way we thought they would, but we had to do something.
Both of us agreed to keep running over the plan, while we waited for our captors to give us an opportunity to set things in motion.
We expected eventually our captors would take one or both of us to the BFFam location. That would present our best chance for escape. Cassie and I would have to be careful. To avoid suspicion, we needed to take out the first guy in a way that looked like an accident like pushing him off a cliff. It was good that I had some experience with that if the terrain was appropriate. It would be nice if we could make the second one look like an accident too. The longer we could keep them from suspecting us, the more opportunities we'd have.
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I'm not sure if I fell asleep or not. I laid down on the bed at one point, but my mind was racing with thoughts of our plan. I was trying to think of all the ways things could go wrong once we set the plan in motion so I could plan contingencies. It was exhausting. If my eyes started to close, I worried that my captors would choose that moment to come for me. I wanted to be alert the next time I talked to them, but to do that I needed sleep. My mind was on some sadistic merry-go-round, and I was unable to get off until the music stopped.
I heard knocking. Half asleep, I stumbled toward the door before realizing they never knock. I changed paths and headed for the wall.
"Sorry to wake you," Cassie said. "Is the plan still a go?"
"Yes."
"I just wanted to say good luck, in case I don't get a chance later."
"Thanks. Good luck to you too."