Her pulse raced. Her palms turned sweaty as she fumbled with her cell, trying to call Jag. She managed to hit the right button.
It rang.
And so did Kara.
Kara pulled out Jag’s phone. “He’s not coming either.”
Callie dropped the clam roll to the ground. She slumped over. “Where is he? What did you do to him?”
“If you’re asking if I killed him, the answer is no. Not yet. Now pick up the mess you made, and let’s get out of here.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you. I know who you are.”
Kara laughed. “So, you think you have it all figured out, don’t you?”
Callie didn’t have a fucking clue, other than Kara and Carol were one in the same and her life as well as Jag’s were hanging in the balance. “Why don’t you fill in the blanks for me.”
“I plan on it. But not here. I want Jag to hear this too.”
“Why?”
Kara shrugged. “Because the only way I’m going to get away with this is if the two of you die together.”
* * *
Jag blinked open his eyes. His head felt like someone hit him with a baseball bat.
Oh, wait. Kara had done just that.
He waited a few moments while his vision came into focus before trying to move off the cold, hard floor. His hands were bound behind his back, and his ankles were held together with duct tape. He managed to push himself to a sitting position using the wall. There were two boarded-up windows on the opposite side.
Someone groaned.
He glanced to his left, his heartbeat raging out of control. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized it wasn’t Callie.
But it didn’t last very long knowing she was out there, all alone, waiting for Tina, who was lying on the ground with a nasty head wound.
Hopefully, Jenna had done exactly what he’d instructed, and the cavalry would be arriving shortly.
He scooted across the floor. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
Tina opened her eyes. “Who are you?”
“I’m Jagar Bowie, the chief of police for the city of Langley.”
“You’re the man who stopped by my house,” she said.
He did his best to help her to a sitting position. She was bound the same as he was, but since Kara neglected to tie them to anything, he should be able to get them both out. He just had to do that before Kara came back.
And before she got ahold of Callie.
“I am, and my girlfriend, Callie Dixon, was going to try to set up a meeting with you today to discuss your stepdaughter.” Jag pushed his back up against Tina’s and started fiddling with the tape that bound her wrists. He had to be patient and methodical.
The latter he could handle.
The former still took a lot of practice.
“I know. I got her message. I was about to call her back when Kara showed up.”
