I stumbled taken aback by his accusation. Could this be? Could she have kidnapped the wrong man in the end?

The description stated that the culprit had sandy blonde hair, hazel sharp eyes and a height of 6 foot. All descriptions that match the man wriggling in front of us in the sackcloth. There was no other that fit the description from the cohort. If they did, I would have taken them both. Maybe then not all 5 of them would have been killed.

"Skylar! It's not him, I'm getting mad!" Rob continues, pacing across the desert sands with his pointy stained boots.

"I;m sorry Rob, he's the only one that fit your description. Maybe you should have made it clearer next time or given me a name." I shout over the roaring wind.

Rob stops mid pacing and throws me a look. A look I know all too well. He's not impressed, and he could come over and try to strangle me. But I'll put up a good fight this time. I'm not the little naive 16-year-old girl he saw at the petrol station, lost and confused. I know who I am now and what I want. He can't throw me around anymore.