Owen listened but felt his jaw tighten as they moved farther away from the house. He was stronger than Marco and wouldn't hesitate in dragging the guy if he had to. If it had been anyone else, Owen might have considered the suggestion. Might have handed over the key. But Marco was Marco and Owen finally came to a stop, facing the guy. His eyes flashed dangerously.
"You expect me to believe you're going to help the others? The minute you're free, the only place you'll be running will be the house to find your dope while everyone else is trying to complete this bullshit task so we're not all screwed tomorrow. I don't trust you," he said, "and I'm not wasting this key on you, got it?"