Chapter 81

Brea’s shoulders ached from her hands being zip-tied behind her back for hours. She shifted on the hard metal chair in the abandoned repair shop and studied the woman who had abducted her. Clara, she called herself when she muttered out loud. She clearly hadn’t thought this plan through. Brea suspected the woman’s grief had overwhelmed her mental state, because she’d been acting frantic and half-crazy for hours.

Clara’s bony fingers gripped Brea’s phone. She wished she could snatch it back, at least long enough to tell everyone where she was and that she was all right. She hated to think about Pierce and Daddy both worried sick. Instead, the woman clutched the device in her hand and paced.

“I simply have to call that cabrón and lure him in. His number is here.” She held up Brea’s cell. “Why am I waiting?”

Seemingly to find her courage.

Brea was trying to hang on to hers. The good news was, Clara Montilla appeared to be working alone. She’d seen no hint of acc