CHAPTER 30
JAZZY
Somewhere in between stepping into Oscar’s car and her ride to the airport, something had gone wrong. Terribly wrong, judging by the lingering scent of chloroform.
Waking up zip-tied to a chair in some ratty motel room was getting old. Jazzy groaned as the blurry room came to life, with the distinctive sound of a man talking.
For some bizarre reason, she expected to see Marco’s face. A part of her had always feared, and dreaded, that one day he would come for her. Come back and make good on his promise to kill her. It didn’t matter that he had tucked tail and run back to Europe. He was always there, in the back of her mind.
Her jaw dropped when she saw it was Oscar staring at her, instead of Marco.
Oscar was screaming into his phone. “I know it was you! You’ve ruined
