Jennifer clung to Max but he seemed relaxed. Every hair on Jennifer's neck was standing on end. When the car door slammed, she shrank into Max. He was chatting jovially with the men, who were rather stiff and held their fingers to the small black speaker in their ears. The rotary chatter from the helicopter made hearing the men's conversation difficult. She slipped her hand to the door handle to find it would not move. They were locked in. Damn child locks.<br/><br/>The only favor for her peace of mind was the fact that they were headed north, toward Seattle.