The scrubbing slowed again.
“How so?”
“Diversions. Planning. Coordination inside the crowd.”
I tilted my head forward, letting the hot water run over the back of my neck.
“This wasn’t random.”
“It was organized.”
Reddick finished scrubbing my back before rinsing the loofah beneath the spray.
Then he nudged my shoulder lightly.
“Turn around.”
I turned to face him.
Steam curled between us as he pressed the loofah against my chest, working the soap across my skin in slow circles.
“Sounds like you’re dealing with something bigger than a kidnapping,” he said.
“That’s exactly what it feels like.”
The loofah moved down the center of my chest.
“Did the man say anything useful?”
“Only fragments.”
I ran a hand through my wet hair.
“They kept repeating the same thing.”
“What?”
“Tha
