TRUST ME
Sandra stopped and listened to the man, feeling certain he was speaking to Creighton on the phone.
“I said fifteen million, not a p less, or the bitches die.”
Sandra narrowed her eyes, her jaw clenching tight. The eagerness to burst into the room shooting like some Clint Eastwood film was overwhelming, but she fought the urge and listened for a few more minutes.
“You’ll never find us, you stupid moron,” Bachmeier shouted. “We’re in the last place on earth you would think to look. Now, get the bloody money and do as you are told. I’m giving you just two more hours or you’ll never see them again.”
Hot Chapters