Borys held Vinnie's shoulders and let her lean on him, while Vinnie clutched her phone tightly.
She sent a message to the stranger, "You saw everything at the press conference. Tell me, where is my father? Don't hurt him."
[You did well. Stay with me for one night, and he will be released tomorrow morning.]
Borys was enraged when he saw the message.
"Vinnie, you should know he's lying to you," Borys said.
"Then what do you think I should do now? Call the police? Or just wait for him to tear my father apart?" Vinnie said, her voice rising with anxiety. "You know he is capable of doing that."
"Must you go?" Borys frowned. "We have other ways."
I have to go. That's my father," Vinnie said firmly, pulling her hand away from Borys. "At the very least, I could slow him."
[Where are you?
