CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
close quarters
“Finan, oh my god, it’s me! It’s Lara!” I hurry over. He’s huddled in the corner, the floor under him dirt and rock. He’s absolutely filthy. “Oh my beautiful darling,” I say, the tears coming hard and fast.
“Lara?”
“It’s me. I’m here. I’m here, my beautiful, perfect, sweet Finan.”
“Hi …”
I hiccup on a sob. “Hi yourself.”
“I’m so sorry … they have the stones. Your mom’s red stones. Kelly came … they took the beryl.”
“None of that matters.” I shimmy down against the back wall, as close to Finan as I can get without sitting on him. “My hands are tied behind me. I can’t help you move. I have a knife but I can’t get to it …”
Finan scoots around clumsily, his hands also zipped behind his back. He’s barefoot, his feet caked with dirt and maybe blood. He
