Chapter Fifteen
Her one phone call had been to Gregor Smith, and his secretary had said he was out of the office on personal business.
Personal business! What the hell did that mean? Likely that no help would be on its way for her, though she’d left a message, of course.
As she stared at the bars of her cell and the concrete surrounding her where she sat on the small cot, her stomach rumbled. She thought of the granola bar that had been in her pocket and was likely now tucked in an envelope with the key and cash Marcus had taken. She kept listening for the door, because it was only a matter of time before she was cuffed again and transported back to prison.
The image of the place she’d hoped to never see again flashed through her head, a life beyond hell, with her cell mate and the oth
