The call left me nauseated and frightened beyond belief.
Who had my child?
What in the f**k was going on?
I tried calling the nanny’s cell phone but she didn’t answer. I left a voicemail, telling her to call me back.
“What’s going on?”
I turned around to face Marshall, who was standing behind me, a questioning look on his face.
Don’t tell anyone on your ship…
I trusted Marshall. He was my cousin and always had my back.
“Did you happen to hear any of my conversation?” I asked, trying to clear my head. I wasn’t drunk, but not completely sober either.
“No. Why?” He frowned. “You look upset.”
“Someone has Jake. They’ve kidnapped him.”
His face went white. “What?”
I went over the conversation.
“I don’t know what to do,” I said, my voice husky. “They said to not tell anyone. I do
