Chapter 62
"Mary?" The unfamiliar voice was cold, uncomfortably detached.
"I'm Mary. Who's calling?" The tremor of worry in her voice was impossible to hide.
"I won't waste your time," the man said. "We have Carlos. If you want to see him alive, bring the money now. Alone. Bring Monica with you."
Mary's heart lurched. Carlos. The moment she heard the name, his smiling face, the one she loved most, flashed before her eyes. "Carlos... is he okay?" her voice cracked.
"He wants to live," the man said matter-of-factly. "Sending the address. Half an hour."
The call had disconnected. As the phone slipped from her hand, Mary gripped it tightly. The blood in her veins seemed to have forgotten how to flow. She knew what the consequences of delay could be. She loved Carlos the most—that very tr
