She'd known some rough women in Cleveland, girls nobody messed with, but this Molly was something else – remembering Prior coming through that door, remembering him screaming... She wondered what it was he'd finally admitted, because she'd heard him talking, and Molly hadn't hurt him anymore. They'd left him strapped in that chair and Mona had asked Molly if she thought he'd get loose. Either that, Molly had said, or somebody finds him, or he dehydrates.