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They’d been teenagers at that point.
    Bat’s opinion of Filmore wasn’t high, but she could forgive him for being an ass in their youth if he left them money in his will. She wanted to make sure her baby sister was well taken care of.
    She studied Drantos as he interacted with her sister, relieved to find the uneasy feeling from earlier had dissipated. She must have imagined the tension between the two of them. Bat chalked it up to her naturally suspicious attorney disposition.
    Her focus lowered to her skirt, wincing at the damaged, torn material, and wasted dollar signs flashed in her head. The outfit was one of her favorites, and she’d worn it to court often to intimidate a jury. The idea of someone very tailored and well-groomed defending a suspected murderer made some people doubt the prosecution. Most juries assumed violent offenders were poor, couldn’t afford expensive attorneys. They associated wealth with financial crimes, such as fraud or money laundering.
    “Your suit is ruined. You can try to smooth out that skirt until your hands fall off but it’s toast. Were you able to find our suitcases?”
    Bat looked at her sister. “No. The belly of the plane ripped open so the bags were scattered all over the place. It was too dark to widen the search. We only brought back those few suitcases so people could use whatever clothes were in them to help keep warm tonight. I’ll look again in the morning. Until then, I’m stuck wearing this. I refuse to put on some stranger’s outfits.” Bat buttoned her jacket to ward off some of the cold then smoothed her skirt once more.
    “Give it up,” Dusti urged.
    “I’m trying to do something, anything. I’m not used to just sitting around, and I’m hungry.”
    Drantos stood. “Kraven forgot to pass out the food you salvaged from the plane before he went hunting. I’ll do that now so you can eat something while we wait. Just say my name if you need anything. I have very good hearing.”
    “Weird guys, huh?” Bat watched the big man walk to the pile of stuff brought from the plane. “I’m totally getting ‘future client’ vibes off both of them but they don’t have dead eyes, so I think we’re safe.” Kraven probably had crossed over some legal line a long time ago, but she wasn’t about to admit that suspicion to Dusti. He likely already did need her services, or would in the near future.
    “It scares me that you can say shit like that. Dead eyes?”
    “You’d know if you saw them. Trust me.”
    “Bat, we need to get out of here and away from them.”
    “Fuck that! Those guys were raised in Alaska, and look at what they’ve done so far. They handled setting up a camp and built a fire. There’s no way I’m going to go walking into the woods to get lost searching for a cabin or a house that might have a working phone. It would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Our best hope of being rescued is to stay beside the crash site. I’m sure there’re plenty of signs from above that we went down, where the plane took out those trees. It will probably resemble a path from way up there when the search planes fly over. Like it or not, we’re stuck with these guys, and trust me, I’m not happy with that concept. Kraven is a lunatic.”
    She lowered her voice to a whisper, her gaze locking with Dusti’s. “But he’s hot .” Distracting her sister from worrying was her priority—and she knew admitting her attraction to Kraven would do it.
    Sure enough, Dusti’s mouth dropped open. “You’re attracted to Kraven? Do you have a concussion? I realize you were thrown out of your seat and hit your head. You still have a mark on the side of your temple. He’s not your type, Bat. A briefcase isn’t surgically attached to his hand and he doesn’t have news anchor helmet-head hair.”
    “I did hit my head, but nothing’s wrong with my eyesight. I see the way Biker Bear there has his eye on you , and how you keep watching him when you think he’s