“How did you escape?”
The woman groans, and her expressive hand flutters toward her face. “They kept me drugged. I was never able to fight because every time I woke, they stuck another needle in my neck.” She rubs a place below her left ear. “Next thing I knew, they’d taken me out in the desert and filled me with bullet holes. They must have thought I was dead when they left me. Thank the fates they were too lazy to bury me.” With noticeable effort, she swings her legs to the floor to face me sitting up. “Now, I have told you my story. You tell me where to find my Minette.”
She exhibits the same steely determination I’ve witnessed in Kylie, and my chest aches.
I scrub a hand over my face. “I just sent her away. I believed she had betrayed me.”
Jacqueline’s eyes move over my face, and s
