Freedom was seconds away. Candy could breathe it, taste it, feel it. For the first time in three years, her heart surged with hope.

“It’s in my right pocket,” John said. “Should I get it?” Still holding up his hands, he raised his brows at Candy.

“No, I’ll get it.” Candy stepped behind John and said in warning, “The blade’s aimed at you. Don’t move.” Reaching into his pocket with her left hand, her fingertips grazed the metal keys, and her heart beat in ...