“I thought the meeting was this weekend,” I said as I nervously followed Mr. Calhoun and a handful of his men towards a black SUV located right in front of the house. No one was in front when we walked outside, which wasn’t really strange considering what time it was.
“It is. Get in,” he ordered, just as one of his men opened up the back door for me.
At this point my nerves were shot. I had barely recovered from the last conversation I had with Mr. Calhoun alone, and now I was being forced to go to an undisclosed location where it was possible that he might kill me. Every inch of me was telling me to run. That it would be better for me if I just got out of there and returned to Canada as planned or called Taylor and asked her to meet me at the airport in Aruba, because any place was be
