Page 135 of Out on a Limb
The list of things they could be looking for was pretty short.
Could be the papers I took from Alan’s office.
Might be the papers locked up tight in the safety deposit box at Sweet Side Federal.
Or it could be the key I managed to hide at the very last second.
But it didn’t really matter what they were hunting.
They wouldn’t find any of it.
The contents of my purse hit the floor, scattering from the impact.
“What the fuck?” The man who’d tied me up was definitely the smarter of the two. “You couldn’t do that closer to the floor?” His voice moved, dropping toward the ground. “Fucking dumbass.”
Hopefully they liked sorting through tampons and gum wrappers, because that was about ninety percent of what I carried.
Maybe a few rogue M&Ms. Some Chapstick.
A nail file.
“What in the hell is this?”
A second later a piercing wail cut through the air and both men started swearing.
“Shut that fucking thing off.”
A short scuffle broke out, making me smile as the twats continued to struggle with the self-defense alarm Sharon gave me.
What I wouldn’t give for those women to be here with me.
We’d have burned the place to the ground by now.
Wherever it was.
It didn’t smell like chicken, so I had to assume I wasn’t currently locked in the trailer behind Sweet Side Gardens.
Unfortunately, that was the only place I could think of that might be connected to someone who might do something like this. They couldn’t be thrilled about Operation Cock Drop.
But that wouldn’t explain what they were hunting for.
And kidnapping was a pretty serious offense. Way worse than dropping a few chickens through a roof.
People got kidnapped for things like…
Like…
A realization pulled my focus from the sounds around me.
Julia was kidnapped.
She and Sylvia and Sharon.
What were the odds that I would get kidnapped and that it would be completely unrelated?
Probably pretty low.
The sharp sound of a door closing made me jump and kicked up my already racing heart.
