"I grabbed her and held her close, whispering, "Shhh," as I kept looking and listening. Kenjii nudged me, as if to say, I pulled the rope in. The end wasn't broken, as I'd hoped, but as I ran it through my fingers I saw red smears. I took a better look. Blood. Someone had been holding her and Kenjii had wrenched so hard she'd scraped the skin from his hands as she broke free. I hugged her. "They couldn't hold you, huh? Good girl." "Maya?" I stood. It was Sam, coming through the trees. Daniel and Corey appeared behind her. Seeing the dog beside me, Daniel grinned. "We got one escapee, at least," he said. "Only one," I said as I tugged off the muzzle. "I found Hayley. She managed to communicate with me. It was a trap. There was no way..." I took a deep breath. "I wanted to try rescuing her anyway, but she said no." "Too bad can't talk," Sam said. I glanced over at her. "Um, we're all feeling bad about Hayley," Corey said. "Don't interrupt by wishing we could question the dog." "That's not what I meant. Hayley could tell you it was a trap. He can't." "Kenjii's a she," I said. "Whatever. My point is that your dog has conveniently escaped, just like Hayley did. You don't think that's a trap?" "If it is, then we've already been caught." I looked around. "Huh. I don't see the guys with guns yet." "Because they've put a tracking device on her. Or in her." I removed the rope. Then I took off her collar and handed it to Daniel to check while I ran my fingers over her, looking for tender spots. "It's clean," Daniel said, handing me back the collar. "If she was still wearing the muzzle and rope, then they--" "--wanted it to look like she really escaped," Sam said. "There's blood on the rope," I said. "That means she pulled free from whoever had her." "Or they're very detail-oriented." "Oh, please," Corey said. "Seriously?" I turned to Sam. "So what do you suggest?" "Tie her to a tree and keep going." I stared at her. "I hope you're not serious," Daniel said. "How about we tie to a tree?" Corey said."