Chapter Four
After I found the knife, I swam downriver until I found came to a small island, where, in the tall grass, I cut out the microchip that would be used to track me and prove I belonged to my husband. I ripped some cloth from my skirt, and bound the microchip around a rock and then threw the rock into the deepest part of the water. Hopefully, that would confuse anyone tracking me for a bit. I took off my blouse, and used it to soak up the blood from where I had removed the microcip, and then artfully tore the skirt, messing the area to make it look as though a struggle had occured. I left most of the skirt, but saved some of the fabric, placing it carefully back in the bag. I dragged my heels though the mud, to make it appear as though I had been dragged away by someone -- or something. After that had been complieted, I continued on, hoping that my husband would be fooled into thinking I had been ambushed and probably dead. Hopefully, it...