I quickly shot a message to Lynn Anderson, telling her to play along with Lena Carter and dig for more details.
When Lynn read my text, her face stiffened. She started scanning the room, clearly trying to figure something out.
I sent another message, admitting I’d tapped the place and telling her not to panic—just keep Lena calm. I assured her that once Lena moved out of the villa next door, I’d relocate the surveillance.
Only then did Lynn relax a bit. She casually asked Lena, “So, when exactly are you planning to snatch the kid? Need me to do anything?”
Nailing down the time and place would help us narrow the kid’s location and prep a plan to stop her. That’s why I had Lynn ask.
But Lena was way too guarded. Even with Lynn helping her, she wouldn’t spill much. “Aren’t yo
