CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Nicole rubbed the back of her head again. It still hurt from the blow she’d received after she’d gotten into that awful man’s car. When she’d regained consciousness, she’d found herself in this horrible, vile-smelling basement caged alongside a beaten-up teenaged girl. All the space she could see beyond a chain-link barrier was filled with clocks.
The only sense Nicole could make of the situation was that she’d been kidn*pped and was being held for ransom. Such episodes were not unheard of in a family as wealthy as hers. During a trip to Mexico, one of her cousins had gotten kidn*pped by some kind of g**g. Her family had quietly forked over a few hundred thousand dollars for her release. The media never found out about it.
Surely that’s what was going on right now.
