Scobbie snarled like a cornered animal. "I'm not going back!"
Margot turned to the director. "You'll return this man to me, of course."
Trigg sputtered, tugging nervously at his wispy beard. It was Matt again who answered. "If he wants to go, he can go. If he wants to stay, he stays."
"But he's mine!" Margot's green eyes flashed.
Matt said, "We don't recognize the right of anyone to own somebody else."
"You've a lot to learn!"
"That's what I'm waiting for. How did you happen to survive the plague?"
Margot Drake's eyes narrowed. She glanced again at her watch before replying. "The plague didn't kill everyone. A few escaped. In the last days, it was already beginning to wear itself out. For some reason the women were less susceptible than the men. Only a few men survived, but possibly a hundred thousand women."
"Do you mean here in Kentucky?"
"I mean in the world!"