Chapter 11
The next morning, as expected, Zen called. Madeline let the phone ring ten times before she picked up.
“What’s with the new phone number?” Zen asked.
“Dropped and broke the other one. Put the video on—I want to see Jo.”
Zen obliged, tilting the phone so that Madeline could see her friend. She was so pale and still drugged. But she knew that the second Jo was able to get free of her shackles, Zen wouldn’t stand a chance.
“I expect some good news, Maddie,” Zen threatened.
Madeline grabbed her cup of coffee, glancing at a painting on the wall of her apartment. After a sip of coffee, she spoke calmly into the phone.
“Samuel Kandinsky, that’s the name.”
Zen’s eyes widened.
Jo stared at Madeline. Even with all the physical restraints and the effects of the sedative, the half-
