Chapter 74

She whips her head around and I am not prepared for the look of contempt on her face. Then I remember that I don't even know how Hernandez managed to get her here all the way from Boston. I hope he didn't use force or any degrading means.

She looks pissed and it takes me aback how familiar her features are to me. She looks exactly the same. Though the years have not been exactly kind to her, Sheryl will always retain her essence. Resilient. Mysterious. Powerful. Fatally feminine. The only difference that brings the years apart to my perspective is that her face is thinner. Lined. That face used to be rounder, aglow with youth and mischief.

"Linc. What the hell is this about?" Her voice is hard and resolute, no trace of fear or apprehension.

She doesn't know about the situation yet.

"Your son, Tyler has kidnapped my stepdaughter." I put it simply. Direct and without preamble. I am not in the mood for anything other than finding Amelia as soon as possible. It is noon,