“Uh…still tied up here,” I said. “You two can bicker on your own time.”
“This is our time,” Dominic said, “and we’re being very well compensated for it.”
“By whom? Not my brothers. No way.”
“No, not by your brothers, but by someone who cares for you very much.”
The only person other than my brothers who cared for me very much was Bryce, but he didn’t have the money for this. Plus, he’d never order my abduction.
My mother? As far as she knew, I was a perpetual baby named Angela, and Talon and Joe were still little boys away at camp.
Colin? No. He cared for Jade and, by extension, me, but he didn’t have the kind of money to pull this off.
“Who? Who, other than my brothers, can afford you?”
“I’m not at liberty to say yet,” Dominic said.
“For God’s sake. Untie me!”
“I will. If you promise to hear us out.”
Before he could respond, another man entered the room.
“How’s he doing?” Alex asked.
“He’s scared, of course. Who wouldn’t be after what he’s been through? How’s she doing?”
“She’s not scared enough,” Alex said. “In fact, she’s a pain in the ass.”
“She is right here,” I said. “You can address me as a human being, despite the fact that I’m trussed up like a pig.”
Alex ignored my remark. “Maybe give him something to help him calm down. It might be a while before we get—”
“Drug him? Whoever he is?” I yelled. “Are you nuts?”
“Marjorie,” Dominic said, “we’re trying to help him. And you.”
“Who is he?” I asked, but I knew the answer before Dominic replied.
“Colin Morse,” he and I said in unison.
“I want to see him,” I said. “He’ll listen to me.”
“You’re not listening to us,” Dominic said.
“Actually,” the other guy interjected, “she may have a good point. If he sees a familiar face, he might calm down.”
“Finally, someone who is talking sense,” I said. “Now if you’ll untie me, I’ll be happy to talk to Colin.”
“You’ll make a run for it,” Alex said.
Damned right. She was no dummy. Not that it took the brightest bulb to figure out what I had in mind. But I
was also concerned about Colin. Having been through captivity and torture at Tom Simpson’s hands, he was most likely frightened beyond belief right now.
I was frightened myself, but though I didn’t trust Dominic—and I especially didn’t trust Alex—I no longer felt I was in any immediate danger. If they wanted to kill me, I’d be dead by now.
“I’ll untie your ankles,” Dominic said, “and we’ll take you to see him.”