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These people are far more dangerous than your average criminal because not only do they have power, but more importantly, they also have money. And money talks—no matter your crime.
I have the addresses, occupations, and the connections these people have, but there is still so much more to learn. Saint said this journal would save me, and he’s right. Once I decode everything, I will have enough dirt on all of them to bring them down.
I just need to find the weakest link.
I can’t stop looking at the quote Saint used for Oscar.
A good friend will always stab you in the front.
Could he be trying to tell me that Oscar is, in fact, just that?
Needing a break, I decide to raid the refrigerator to hydrate before I go back to the books. I have no idea where Alek is as he hasn’t checked in on me, and I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. Once I’ve hidden the journal, I walk down the quiet hallway, wondering where everyone is.
Finding the kitchen empty, I can’t help but glance at the hidden trapdoor. I wouldn’t get three feet before I was dragged back by my hair. I will just have to wait for further instruction from Saint.
I hunt through the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and what looks like leftover potato salad. I don’t actually know how many people reside here because I rarely see the same face twice. Most people come and go in this place. Sadly, I’m not one of them.
As I’m gulping down my water, a man enters, and judging from his black combat getup, he’s one of Alek’s guards. “I was told to come and find you.”
His English is exceptional.
“You found me,” I quip, instantly disliking him.
“You’re to come with me.”
“To where?” I ask, capping the water bottle.
“You will see soon enough.”
All this ambiguity makes me nervous.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I state, ready to lunge for the knife block if he takes a step toward me. “Where is Alek?”
It’s ironic that I’d feel safer with him here because something about this man makes my skin crawl.
Clearly not one for small talk, he says, “Look, you may have fooled everyone else, but I see you for what you are. So you either come with me willingly, or I make you.”
I wet my dry lips. “I haven’t fooled anyone,” I argue. “If I had, would I still be here as a prisoner?”
He has the gall to laugh. “Prisoner? Is that what you call it? Zoey was never allowed the privileges you have.”
Oh, shit. This is personal for him because he speaks her name with affection. Then a thought hits me. Does he know where she is because if he does, then he will know where Saint is too?
It’s a long shot, but I’ll try anything.
“Fine then. Lead the way.” I wait for him to turn around so I can hide the paring knife in my pocket, but he reads me loud and clear. Without a choice, I move forward, and he only begins to walk when we are side by side.
I’m regretful I left the switchblade behind.
I have no idea where he’s taking me, but it’s evident wherever Alek is, he isn’t here because he leads me toward the garage. A black SUV waits for us. He opens the door and shoves me into the back seat.
“Hey!” I yell, shuffling over as he slides in after me. He remains unaffected as he tells the driver where to go.
We pull out into the dead of night, which is when I take note of the time. It’s after eleven p.m.
“Where are we going?” I ask, but it’s in vain as I’m ignored. The driver turns up the stereo while the psycho beside me taps away on his phone.
Sighing, I wonder if I can pull on the handle without detection. Yes, I may fall to my death, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
