“Mr. Ross, I must confess that you and your family are already in danger and I am no longer under any obligation to protect you as you are no longer an asset to me the moment you step out of that building,” I said.
“What do you mean by that?” Mr. Ross asked.
I knew he did not like the fact that I was boxing him into a corner where he would feel unsafe unless he revealed whatever secrets he had been keeping. He knew the Contractor, so that already, for me, makes him a suspect in his own kidnap.
“I am sorry, but what I said was exactly what I meant. I need the truth and I need names,” I said.
Before I could delve further into Mr. Ross's awaited response, a young woman burst onto the scene, her footsteps quick and frantic. It was Shantel. I could hardly recognize her because I could barel
