Chapter Twelve
"What are you watching?" I walked over to the couch where Lucky sat engrossed, finishing the last bite of his sandwich.
He didn't look up at me, only tipped his head toward the screen.
My eyes widened. Plastered on the television was my face—grainy, cropped, unmistakable. A single word attached, 'missing'.
"You are quite famous now." Lucky mused as if I hadn't already been well known. After all, I was the president's daughter.
"You know who you are. I received the pictures.
Just name your price. I'll pay you double whatever you request." My father croaked from behind the screen. He looked older somehow. Haggard. My heart sank. "Please, just bring her home safely."
"Wow. Double? That's a hefty deal." Lucky whistled. "I'm guessing the Crew sent him pictures of you in
