Mr. Black sat at his desk and was troubled in his mind. The sight he had seen of Sophia being taken really had haunted him.
He had played it over and over in his mind, hoping each time the tape would reveal something different, something he had missed-but it never did.
As clear as daylight, the tape showed Sophia leaving the mansion without telling anyone, walking down the driveway, and before she could even reach the gates, a black car pulled up. He watched helplessly as Uncle Nick emerged from the shadows, hitting her in the head with such brute precision.
Mr. Black's fist landed with full force on the desk, rattling everything that was on it. He had failed her-Sophia, the one person he was under orders to protect, was gone, and the kidnapper was nothing but her screwed-up Unc
