Ellie walked into the warehouse wishing there was some way she could have let Dale know where she was. “What do you want?”
The woman pulled the red wig off, “I want nothing from you.”
“Then why did you bring me here?”
The bodyguard emerged, pushing a table. He stopped in front of her and gave her a smile, “Hello Mrs. Carson.”
“Joe, my sister is getting you the money.”
He chuckled, “Of course she is. Help me Jane.”
“With what?” Ellie demanded, panic rising fast inside her. She watched as they spread a sheet of clear plastic over the steel table and then they laid out a blue sheet over it. She felt her chest tighten, “What are you doing?”
Jane glanced at her, before she opened the bag, “Preparing.”
“For what?”
She pulled out a scalpel, “For your C-section.”
Ellie backed away fro
