“Perhaps we can help you, Breasha,” said Dimitri. “We will search woods near your house. If Paxton is there or has been there, we will find evidence of it. And if we find him, we will catch him.” James sliced into his steak. “Kill him, you mean.” Dimitri lifted his shoulders. “Is that not same?” “No, not even close,” replied James. “You don’t free your captives. You eat them.” “I freed you,” said Dimitri. “No, I escaped. Then I blew up your cabin.” Dimitri’s sigh was nostalgic. “It was very fine cabin. I miss it sometimes.”
