Arkin fought to calm himself; he was in unbelievable pain, so much had happened between then and now; the trunk was dark and he was folded up uncomfortably. Arkin O'Brien handyman, thief by circumstance, and now hero had all happened in one evening. What had started as a simple robbery had evolved into a rescue mission; all he had wanted was the ruby that one thing would have saved his wife, for the moment; honestly it was all for Cindy keeping her safe was his priority. Despite being thrashed, gashed, mangled, and approaching shock he fought to hold it together. He started counting to one hundred; each time he hit one hundred he cut his arm, if the van took a left or right the gash became an angled slash. He hoped this sicko had not gone after Hannah as well, as far as the police were concerned they had no idea who they where dealing with.