Chapter 4Once Rachel was dressed again, this time in clothing she’d borrowed from Madison, it was nearly five P.M. The mall would be closed, so her sister would be back at the station in no time. Once Rachel looked at her phone, also from borrowing Madison’s charger, she had that fact confirmed. Abigail sent her several messages boasting of her success in obtaining the French butter dish, and then saying that she was on her way.
I hope you haven’t been kidnapped, Abigail wrote. I can’t afford your ransom. Two key chains? Pfft. Too much.
Rachel smiled at the message. Madison came over to her side, peeled back some of her hair, and kissed a soft spot under her neck. She must have also read the text message, too, because she gasped.
“Your key chain. I need to make sure the sealer took. Som
