Page 143 of Tell Me All Your Lies

My husband.

Frantically, I search around me but see no sign of Grant.

Fuck. This isn’t good.

“Where is he? What have you done with Ace?”

“Oh my, what have we done with dear old Ace?” Cordelia asks.

Brad and Taby laugh at my pain.

For a brief moment, I see a look of sadness on Brad’s face that makes me want to scream into the abyss.

“We’ll get to that.”

She continues to pace.

“The whole Fred situation certainly helped your case. I thought, wow, here are two people dying to come into my fold,” Cordelia says.

“Your fold?” I ask, confused.

Cordelia pauses in front of me and tilts her head to the side as she purses her lips together.

“You really don’t know, do you?”

“Apparently not. I’m just a housewife.”

Cordelia smirks.

“Yeah, and I’m just a diamond smuggler.”

My binds aren’t held together well, and I’m able to get them to loosen. I’m so close to getting them undone.

I need to get out of here and find Grant. I know there’s no way that she killed him. Not yet. He’s too useful for her to just murder him. I have to believe that.

“Brad,” Cordelia shouts.

He comes running up beside her and waits for his direction.

“Take Ms. Weston to the holding cell.”

“With Ace?”

“Yes.”

Brad looks back at Taby and then at me.

“What are you waiting for?” Cordelia asks.

“Is that a good idea?”

Cordelia looks angry as her face slowly turns to his.

“Are you questioning my authority?” she draws out.

“No, no, of course not, but if they are really government spies, I was just thinking maybe they shouldn’t be together.”

“I don’t pay you to think.”

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