“Get your hands off me,” Maggie hissed. “You took my son from me. But I’ve got him back now and you have no right to keep him from me.” She lunged in an attempt to head butt him, but her bonds prevented it, and when Roger backed up, she spat in his face. Roger cuffed the spit away, grabbed her right wrist and brought the hatchet down against the steering wheel, lopping the tips off her pinky and fourth finger. Maggie Dolan screamed.