Sloane
Oh God, it’s t*****e time. I may have once thought of myself as strong, but I’m pissing my pants right now.
“Wait!” I call to Don Salvatore. I don’t know if that gold still exists somewhere I can get to it or not, but I do need to buy time.
“I have more money for you,” I lie. “A good faith payment. Fifteen grand. M-my friend has it. He can bring it. Let me call him.”
It’s wrong to involve Bo. Very wrong. But if I can just get this message to him, maybe he can call the cops. Track me and get some help. Does tracking even work after locations have been turned off? I can only pray it does.
Salvatore c***s his head with a frown. I don’t think he believes me, but he’s greedy enough to entertain me. He pulls out my phone and turns it back on. It can’t have more than one percent batte
