Chapter - 295
"You've earned it... Nadia."
The line went dead.
Rick looked at Sharon. She was standing with her hand over her mouth, her face pale, her eyes wide with a dawning, horrified comprehension.
"Rick..." she whispered. "It can't be. She's the hostage. We saw the video..."
"A pre-recorded video of a very good actress," Rick said, tossing the phone onto the bed. "We've been played. From the second my father 'found' her on the side of the road."
Before Sharon could even respond, the motel room door, which was secured with a chain and a deadbolt, was suddenly, violently, ripped clean off its hinges. It flew across the room, smashing into the wall where Rick had been standing a second before.
Standing in the ruined doorway, silhouetted against the dark parking lot, was not a woman in a suit.
It was 'Jemimah'.
