Chapter Thirty-five
“Mister Dallas, I have someone here who is very close to you. Isn’t that right?”
I didn’t speak.
Then I heard another scream.
“Are you still there, Mister Dallas? I have Eugene twisting Samantha’s arm hard behind her back. Oh, and there’s a knife being held to her beautiful neck.”
I waited, restrained myself and said, “Listen, Donald, this is between you and me. It has nothing to do with Sam so let her go.”
Donald started to laugh. “No, no, Mister Dallas, you will now listen to me, you meddling son-of-a-b***h! You have fifteen minutes to get to my club. You remember where it is, don’t you? You get here, Dallas, and when you’re in my office, I’ll let your beautiful girlfriend go. If you’re not here by that time, I will have the very lively Samantha very, very dead.
