Greyson
According to the correspondence I had with the auction site, Cecilia wouldn't be given to the highest bidder for forty-eight hours post –closing bid. As I drove my rental car toward South Boston, I reminded myself that I had time to spare.
I'd been hired by Maxwell Tiller. If I handed Cecilia over, I'd get a payday and the promise of more. If I took her to her family, she'd be safe and I'd be a wanted man. No matter my decision, I couldn't deny the sense of urgency pushing me forward.
I had picked up two burner phones in an airport shop. I'd be giving Josie a call at The Wasteland later. I'd also secured multiple remote hideouts for the next week in the wilderness of New Hampshire. It was better than staying in Boston while I figured out the next move.
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