The sun crept slowly toward the center of the sky, inching closer to the final deadline.
Grace leaned against the wall, calm and composed, yet there was a sense of relief as if she was about to be freed.
The kidnapper glanced at his watch, then raised his gun. "Got any last words for Mr. King?"
"None."
I'm sorry, Dad, Mom, and Lynn. I'm leaving now. I'll repay your kindness in the next life.
The screech of brakes echoed through the factory, and a man in a suit stepped out of the car. Grace was stunned; never had she felt more certain than in that moment that Peter was her guardian angel.
Peter opened the van's door, pulled out a black bag, and tossed it on the ground. He unzipped it, revealing neatly stacked pink bills, with the van's back filled to the brim with similar bags.
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