[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
She fought to keep her eyelids open, blinking hard. His face was looming in her vision, the image splitting
in two and merging again as her vision doubled.
We have to get you ready, he explained, as the room faded to black, for the sacrifice you re about to
become.
* * * * *
Jack was on his way to meet with his security team when his cell phone rang. He reached for it absently,
his mind on tying up the loose ends with the FBI so he could get back to Rowan.
Hello.
Jack.
He smiled at the breathless quality of Rowan s voice. Hi, baby. Miss me already?
Jack, please&
He frowned, panic blooming as he heard the distress in her voice. Rowan? What s wrong?
There was a rustle and his panic increased as her voice faded away. Rowan! Are you there?
Suddenly the connection was crystal clear, a low chuckle sounding in his ear and his blood froze. I m
sorry, Mr. Donnelly. She s a little indisposed at the moment.
Job, he growled.
I m flattered, Mr. Donnelly or may I call you Jack?
If you ve hurt her, you son of a bitch, I ll kill you.
Well, I d say death threats put us on a first name basis. As I was saying, Jack, I m flattered you know
who I am. I must admit, I had feared we hadn t made any impression on you or your employer at all.
You ve certainly done a good job of ignoring our demands.
Jack had to grit his teeth to keep from screaming out in rage. Your demands don t concern us.
Job chuckled again, the sound scraping along Jack s nerves like steel wool. Well, they certainly
concern you now. Ms. Evans is a very lovely girl.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Jack s heart seemed to leap in his throat. What do you want?
Such delicate skin she has, like a blushing peach. Jack tensed even further, his foot nearly pushing the
gas pedal through the floorboards as he heard a whimpering moan from the background.
What. Do. You. Want? he ground out, and a heavy sigh came through the phone.
Young man, I suggest you watch your tone. We re playing by my rules now. As I was saying, your little
whore here really is lovely.
Jack bit back an angry retort, literally seeing red at the insult and took the exit to Simon s house at ninety
miles an hour. Yes, she is, he agreed, whipping the car up through the turn and gunning the engine up
the road.
That s better, Job said approvingly. Yes, I think she ll do quite nicely.
He paused, expectant, and Jack obediently said, Nicely for what?
Why as bait, of course.
Bait? Jack asked, bringing the Mercedes to a screaming halt at the top of the drive. He was out the
door and running toward the house before the car stopped rocking on its wheels. Bait for what?
For her father.
Jack was through the front door now, running silently down the corridor to the back of the house.
You re using Rowan as bait to lure her father. So you can do what exactly?
Kill him. At least, that was the plan. But now, after seeing the delicious and engaging Ms. Evans, we
may have to adjust our plan slightly. Are you at the house yet, Jack?
He silently cursed, wondering how in the hell Job could know where he was. He decided lying would be
useless. Yes.
Good. Please let Mr. Evans know we have his daughter and he should follow the directions on the
email coming through now on his personal account or we ll slice her up into cat food. Oh and
Jack please don t be tedious. You ve enough of a hero complex to try some sort of rescue scenario.
Believe me when I say it won t do you any good. She d be dead before you got through the front door.
Jack cursed when the connection ended, flipping the phone shut as he burst through the study doors.
Simon! he bellowed then skidded to a halt as he saw his friend sitting in front of his computer.
The look of pure horror on Simon s face had Jack s own stomach clutching in fear. Simon?
They took her, Jack. The words emerged in a strained whisper, barely audible in the tomblike quiet of
the room as he looked up from the computer screen. They took my baby girl.
Jack came around the desk to look over Simon s shoulder. The email was already open and he read
aloud. Come to the Army of God House of Worship in Hollywood by eight o clock and be prepared to
answer for your sins. Or she will.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
There s a picture, Simon said, his voice hollow with shock, and Jack noticed the attachment. He
clicked the icon to open it and after a second s delay the picture filled the screen.
Son of a fucking bitch! he snarled, his heart filled with rage at the image. Rowan was stripped naked,
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]