Chapter 47: Who Knew What
Chapter 47
Who Knew What
Ribs headed south on I-45, keeping pace with the traffic. “What’s the time, Ribs?”
“Time to catch the guy who stole your watch. Or you could just look at your damn phone to get the time.”
“It’s easier to ask you,” I said, and then, “As to the watch, I’ll get the guy. Don’t worry about that.” I leaned back in the seat, head resting against the window, watching the trees as we rolled by.
“Almost ten,” Ribs said.
“What?”
“I said it’s almost ten o’clock. What the hell are you thinking about that’s got your mind so busy?”
“Sorry.” I straightened up. “I haven’t had time to think much since this all happened, but there is something strange about what these kidnappers know.”
“Like what?”
“First off, they knew Scott’s home number.”
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