Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
She was afraid. Afraid she would throw up if he didn’t stop with the soft, ingratiating tone. Like she was a child who would be paralyzed by fear. But he was all she had right now.
“I have to know where she put the evidence.” Martin’s voice came through again. “I know it hasn’t gotten to Barnes yet or he would have rained hell down on me. We didn’t find enough on the computer. She must have hidden the rest somewhere.”
“Well, we might have found it on her phone if you hadn’t panicked,” Jessica pointed out.
“They were on to me. I saw that truck and I thought I could put some suspicion on those two assholes. I should have remembered how dumb these people are. They couldn’t have found the phone or they wouldn’t have let them go. Now I have to worry about someone else finding it.”
“You need to worry about Barnes because he’s going to know something’s gone wrong when he can’t find his daughter,” Jessica pointed out.
“But he has no reason to suspect me. As far as Barnes knows, I’m a valuable member of his collective. Trust me—that man has plenty of enemies he’ll think of before me.”
“You don’t think she’s talked to anyone?” Jessica asked.
“Who would she talk to?” Martin shot back. “No one likes her. Everyone knows she’s only in charge because of her last name. She holds herself apart from her colleagues because she thinks she’s better than them.”
She didn’t think she was better. They were mostly men, and she preferred women friends. Also, they were mostly older than she was. They were her father’s friends. As for the insult about nepotism, like she hadn’t heard that before. Also, hypocrite. Gladen Farms was started by his grandfather and handed down to him.
She talked to people. Garrett definitely knew. She wasn’t sure he would suspect Gladen, though. Unfortunately, the chief suspect her guys would want investigated was currently lying behind her. Dumbass.
“You couldn’t have called the cops?” she whispered.
“Well, if I called the cops, they might have arrested me. They’ve been setting me up. Jessica isn’t the sweet girl I thought she was.”
“Imagine that.” She’d told him. He hadn’t listened.
“What do we fucking do now, Jess?” Martin was still ranting. “She could be asleep for hours. Do you even know what was in that shit you gave her?”
“It’s ketamine since the GHB didn’t work the way I wanted it to,” Jessica replied. “Calm down. Having Scott here will actually be helpful. They’ve obviously been having an affair this whole time. We can threaten to hurt him, and Olivia will tell us what we need to know.”
That was a poorly conceived plan since she would probably just give them tips on how to make it hurt more. She wouldn’t break a nail to save that asshole.
She took a long breath. She had to make them think she was asleep for as long as possible. Keane wouldn’t simply roll his eyes and think she walked away. He would know something was wrong. He wouldn’t hesitate. He would call the police and then either him or Garrett would call her dad, who would call in his old friend Ian Taggart. Who would find her and then be really sarcastic after he saved her.
She had to hold on.
And not vomit.
“I didn’t give them too much. I was careful. I gave them the same dose you would give a German Shepherd,” Jessica said.
Well, that explained why she was awake. She weighed more than a German Shepherd. Had she gone to a vet? Cut-rate kidnappers. That was what she got. She wouldn’t be able to go back to The Hideout ever again. Half the people there had been kidnapped, and mostly by experts. Devi Taggart had been kidnapped like three times, and she’d gotten carried away on a private plane to Europe. All Olivia got was the trunk, and she was pretty sure she was still in the county.
This was humiliating.
“I think I might be able to shimmy out the window if I can get up without alerting them,” Scott whispered.
“We don’t even know where we are.”
“How far could we be? I can see a clock from here. It’s only been a couple of hours.”
There was a groan from the other room. “We need to get her phone back. I wanted to go through it. She could have the evidence saved there.”
Olivia went still. The words they said earlier made sense. They thought no one had found her phone, but Kelly Morgan had dusted it for prints and then given it back before she left the station the night before. She’d found a new bag but it was small, so she’d put her phone in her back pocket, and she was wearing a long, tunic-style shirt. It covered her ass. More importantly, it covered her phone.