Chapter 41
Vaughn
At least my knees and feet aren’t bound anymore.
That’s a lot less tape I have to get through.
I’m not the only hostage, though. They have John.
He was on Eli’s team in the Navy and in our wedding.
I’ve met his wife and daughters. Of course, they would want him.
This complicates the shit out of things.
They led us in at the same time but have positioned us too far apart to talk without being overheard.
His beautiful little girls. There’s no way I can leave him here.
Damn it. Rule number two: stay alive even if that means leaving someone behind. You can’t help anyone if you’re dead.
Okay. Get out. Get help. Come back for John.
The two assholes from the plane are here. This is only the second time I’ve seen them since being abducted.
“Piezvani vi?am.”
The jackass who backhanded me on the plane dips his chin in response to whatever the other jackass has said. He raises his phone to his ear, and again, I understand almost nothing he says. Almost.
“Post Man. Tik brīni??īgi iepazīties.”
He goes quiet for a moment and my heart races knowing that my husband is on the other end of the line.
“San Antonio. Es tev nosūtī?u īszi?u ar adresi. Tev ir viena stunda. Nāc viens.”
He’s coming. He’ll be walking right into a trap. This place is littered with armed men. I can’t be the bait. I’m so sorry, John.