“Jane?” Christopher called quietly. He wasn’t sure what exactly was going on. He exchanged a look with Thomas. His friend looked just as clueless as himself.
Christopher reached for Jane’s elbow. “Jane? Who is this person?”
She was panting, her body shuddered with rage. “That’s the woman I told you freaked me out at the supermarket the other day.” She pointed at the old woman with an accusing, shaky finger. “You have my son. Where is he? I want him back!”
Jane’s announcement put Christopher immediately on guard. Who was this woman? And was she connected with the kidnappers? He wondered. He took a closer look at the woman that had entered his house. She stood partially behind Thomas, but he could still see her clearly. The woman looked to be in her fifties, if he had to hazard a guess. B
