Chapter 48

What are the odds, right? Two grad students from UMass, smack dab in a city of 8 million, crossing paths at 8:30 on a Wednesday morning. Well, unlucky for Patricia Garrett, that's exactly what went down as she made her way to the print shop. Janet was tailing her from across the street, with Cynthia trailing about 20 yards behind. Don Bruno had insisted they stick close, yapping about security after what went down with Stephano.

Patricia just laughed it off. "What're they gonna do with me, Don Bruno? I'm not exactly prime ransom material. No big-shot family, no political sway. Snatching me up would be like nabbing a piece of driftwood and they know it."

Don Bruno chuckled. "You might be driftwood, Patricia, but you're my driftwood. And I ain't lettin' nothing happen to you."

"Fair enough, Don Bruno. Oh, and your driftwood's got some good news for you. It's gained a solid 18 ounces," Patricia quip