Kat felt the van rock again, the sound of a man grunting and huffing in front of her breaking the silence.
"You think you're so smart," Robertson said. "You think fixing up the Majestic is going to make you a big name." His breathing was strained, as if he'd run a marathon. "You just wait. I've got a plan for you."
The waver in his voice told Kat otherwise.
She chewed on the rag in her mouth, sensing the former employee didn't have a plan, or not much of one. The lack of a proper place to hold her signaled he hadn't seen much further than the initial attack.
This could work both for and against her.
A panicked kidnapper might decide to kill her out of fear, unable to see a way out of the situation. A prepared one would have a plan in place to demand a ransom and make sure the exchange
