Chapter Twenty-Two
The Best Laid Plans
Jessica opened her mouth to scream, when suddenly Officer Conner’s hand clamped down over it. He abruptly jerked her back against his body, his arm wrapped around her waist and pinning her own. He lifted her easily off the ground, her feet kicking out in front of her. She tried to open her mouth to bite at his fingers, but his grip on her face was too strong, rough fingers digging into her flesh.
“You had me worried there for a minute, Conner,” her father spoke.
“The way I figure it, we’re both f****d if she walks out of here,” Conner responded. “You got a plan for dealing with all that stuff she was talking about?”
“Oh, yes,” he answered, “though we’re going to have to make sure that her body is never recovered.”
“I know a place,” Conner spoke
