CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXJessica
“So nice to see you again, Cyn,” I said. “While I could see
you, that is.”
Once bundled into the car, I was blindfolded. Apparently, I
wasn’t even going to get a cheap tour of D.C. out of this ride
to . . . wherever.
“Relax,” Cyn said, her voice dripping with venom.
“Kind of hard to do that blindfolded. And with no idea where
you’re taking me. Or what you want from me.”
“I see you have your laptop.” Cynthia snickered. “You and that
story of yours.” Her voice was filled with disbelief.
“Maybe I can help you,” I said. “I . . . I
want to cooperate if I can. I’m . . . just not sure I know
how.” At this point, I knew the agents were listening in. I’d managed to hit
the switch on my buckle while pretending to adjust my seatbelt.
Cynthia fell quiet. The on
