trunk while her arms dangled out. The pressure of the car against her bladder caused her to piss herself. The woman grabbed her ankles and flung the rest of her body inside. “What are you going to do with me?” Wrenley asked, in a matter-of-fact way, doing her best to maintain her professional demeanor. The masked woman leaned in close. “I’m going to put those bodies in his car and blow up this entire gas station. Then we’re going to get our affairs with Derrick in order.” “Are you…Daisy?”
