Page 48 of Look for Me

“Lunch?” Martin glanced at his watch. It was only nine o’clock in the morning.

It felt like he had been up for hours.

Martin recalled his fruitless meeting with Pilar.

If the private investigator didn’t need his help, what could his Three Stooges do? He felt that maybe he should give up organizing this ragtag team.

After all, he was only a private citizen. He didn’t even know how to hold, let alone shoot, a gun.

Gun?

He was hoping to free Corinne with words. Negotiate her out of there.

Well, first, they had to find out where she was.

Chapter Twenty-Two

By the second day, Corinne settled into a routine. The first thing they had brought her the last two mornings was breakfast. It consisted of stale cereal and watery milk.

Corinne said a blessing over her food before she ate. She held back her tears. She had to be strong to pray through this valley of the shadow of death.

Sunlight came in through the small square window toward the ceiling of her cell. It was too high up there for her to see through it. Otherwise she’d be curious about where they were.

She recalled the boat ride two nights before, but she had been half-unconscious. Since then, she hadn’t left this cell of a room.

Are we on an island?

She didn’t recall Flavian ever talking about any island other than Hawaii and…

Cuba.

Unless, of course, she had been out longer than she thought.

The bracelet on her wrist was gone. She wasn’t sure when they had taken it away from her, but she hoped that the FBI had some leads. The GPS in her bracelet hadn’t been turned on in a year, but she prayed that it still worked.

She prayed for Dahlia, whom she assumed was still back home in Key Largo with Wanda. She hoped that Wanda was doing okay taking care of Dahlia while Corinne was busy being abducted.

She prayed for Miss Executioner and her life problems.

She prayed for her abductor, which she assumed to be Flavian. Who else could it be?

After she finished breakfast, Corinne sang hymns to while away the time. Feeling exhausted for some reason, she nodded off.

She awoke again when Miss Executioner came into the room.

“I’m surprised you didn’t try to escape,” she said. “Then again, we’re on an island.”

Island.

“I’m enjoying my vacation.” Corinne smiled. “Will there be a guided tour?”

“For you, a guided torment.” Miss Executioner left the room again.

Why is she like that?

Maybe she needs Jesus.

Corinne prayed for her again.

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