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CHAPTER 6

2:34 A.M.

I spoke at 2:34 A.M. sharp. This is the time that should be documented in history. I chose to remain silent. I can, however, talk. Although, rarely, and this was one of those times. Words flew out of my mouth before I knew what they were and before anybody could comprehend them.

None of them expected me to talk, and yet here I am, asking the Bossman questions, the answers to which should not come as a surprise.

“Did you just speak?” Willy was taken aback when I spoke. He wasn’t expecting her to talk to him. At least not this soon.

“It seems she did. Cookie, if I knew this is what was going to make you talk, then I would have used those terms a lot sooner.” With a grin, the Bossman told her. Yeah, kidnappers do smile, and it isn’t necessarily a sick and malicious smile.

“Don’t call me that,” I told him with a frown. “And yes, Willy, I just spoke. I need to know what my father did.”

“You should speak more often. Your voice is very soothing. In the literal sense, music to my ea
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