"Wait, that's a phone?" Reluctantly, Allie pulled the tablet out of her back pocket and stared at it, turning it over in her hands. She was a mechanic, but technology like this wasn't really her forte. How did it even work? There wasn't a number pad or anything. "I was just going to sell the stupid thing."

While she wouldn't object to having a roof over her head, she wasn't about to labor for her captors. The attached bank account made her leery too. People could be tracked easily every time they ran a credit card; she'd be better off if she could withdraw all the funds as cash and use that.