Finally, Timofey stands up and I climb out of the bed and rummage for my phone. It’s in the jean pocket where I left it after I bought the tickets to Mexico.
Tickets I bought because I’m so afraid of Timofey that I have to get my family and friends as far away from him as possible before I even try to take him down.
I mentally curse myself for being so stupid. Thank God we were interrupted. Who knows what sort of mess that could have caused?
I answer my phone, half my mind still pinned to the mattress beneath the man intent on ruining my life. “Hello. This is Piper Qu—”
“Kidnapper!” A voice roars through the phone. “Where is she? What did you do with her?”
I hold my phone away to protect my eardrums from the screaming. “Who is this?”
“It’s Grant! You were at my house!”
“I remember y
