Camila
I reached for Dante's hand, holding it between both of mine. “When I woke, I heard the men talking to someone. They called him boss."
“Did they use a name?"
I shook my head. “They spoke in Spanish, telling the boss that they had me." I began to sit up and Dante eased me back to a lying position. “Fine. I know how they found me." He lifted his eyebrows. “This morning, I received an odd text."
“In Spanish. I saw it. Catalina translated it for me."
“The men said that when I opened the text message, a tracker was downloaded on my phone. They followed us to the museum and even knew when I went in the bathroom."
Dante shook his head. “How did they get you out of the museum?"
“I don't know." I brought my hand to my neck. “I felt a sting. It might have been a needle, but I didn't
