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My patience is wearing thin. So far, this conversation has told me nothing useful. You may wish to review the division of labor. “Anything else, Daniel?”

“Do you want the viewing canceled?”

“No.”

“She nearly died on the way to her hotel.”

“Nearly is carrying a great deal of weight in that sentence.”

“If the person who sent the driver tries again⁠—”

“People generally don’t like to leave work unfinished.”

Daniel pauses. “You’re using her as bait.”

“Emma is already bait. I’m adding witnesses.”

I look at the final line of the report.

I assume you’re not taking it well.

Annoying.

Accurate.

“So you want me to do nothing?”

“I am going to make a few phone calls.”

CHAPTER 38

EMMA

By the time the driver I was supposed to meet at the airport collects me from the construction site, one of the workers has helped me clean and bandage the scrapes on my palms. He arrives in another black sedan, my name still propped against the windshield.

On the way to the police station, he apologizes for being nine minutes late. “Don’t worry,” I tell him. “Someone covered for you.”

At the station, the police officer places my passport beside a notepad.

“Did you verify the driver’s identity before getting into his car?”

“The one who brought me here?”

“The one who collected you at the airport.”

“The guy with one working eye?”

He looks up. “He had one eye?”

“Not when I got in.”

A pause.

“The airport driver,” he says. “The one you claim abducted you.”

“No.”

“Did you call the transportation company?”