Chapter Thirty-ThreeThe following morning dawned gray and misty. Ruth stared out the window, the ransom note clutched in her hand. After a sleepless night during which she alternated between fuming at Varis’s captor and crying, Ruth’s eyes were gritty and burning. Trevor needed to hear about this latest development. She should have called him last night, but there was nothing he could have done.
“Development, indeed. More like a nightmare.” Ruth whirled and threw the paper at the coffee table. “Hang in there, Varis. We’re going to find you.” She closed her eyes. “Please, God, let it be so.”
With a sigh, she entered the bedroom and picked up the phone. When the call connected and Trevor’s voice reached her ear, Ruth swallowed a sob. “Trevor, I received a ransom note. They want money, lots
