Chapter 8
The room got colder by the second. The screen of the phone in front of Madeline felt as if it was going to explode. Her head wanted to evaporate.
She knew Zen was going to do something bad. Think fast!
“I was doing some research . . .” she said.
“Don’t you f*****g lie to me again . . .” Zen grabbed the phone and walked toward a door.
“I’ve got it. I’ve got the access . . .” she spoke too fast and stuttered.
Zen walked into another room and tilted the phone so that Madeline could see that Jo was tied to a bed. “You know why she doesn’t scream? Because nobody can hear her from down here. No one can save her but you.”
Tears streamed down Jo’s face. She looked so tired and dazed with drugs.
Madeline wiped at the tears streaming down on her face as well. “I’m sorry. I’m so sor
