Mallory’s blood turned to ice at the sound of Jake’s voice calling out her name. Her legs no longer able to support her, she sank down onto her couch.
“Miss Williams?” The unnaturally deep, distorted voice harshly called her back to attention. “Do you understand? I will not hesitate to kill him if you don’t bring me the money within the next hour.”
“Please,” Mallory’s voice was strained. “I don’t have that kind of money.” What was she going to do?
“Then you’ll have to figure something out,” the voice said pitilessly. “I’m texting you directions to his location. Come alone, or we kill him anyway.”
“Please,” Mallory forced out, her tone strangled. “I’ll get you whatever you want. Just don’t hurt him.”
“That is entirely up to you, Miss Williams.” The phone went dead. Mallory was shaking so hard that the phone slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. It beeped three times, letting her know that she had a text. She reached down with trembling fingers and scooped it up. As promised, the kidnappers had sent her directions to where she was supposed to go.
Her first instinct was to get help, to call the police. But no, they had told her to come alone. She swallowed down the fear rising in her throat. She couldn’t risk Jake.
It wouldn’t take more than twenty minutes to reach his location. That gave her just under forty minutes to come up with five-hundred thousand dollars. A mad giggle escaped her. It might as well have been five-hundred million; she had just over one thousand dollars in her bank account. She raked her fingers through her hair in frustration.What am I going to do? She wondered frantically, wracking her brain for a solution.