The abandoned warehouse,Lily stood at the entrance alone, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might break through her ribcage.
[This is insane. Completely insane. But what choice do I have?]
The wire Ethan had placed under her clothes felt cold against her skin. Jacob and the security team were positioned three blocks away—close enough to hear everything, far enough that Molly hopefully wouldn't detect them.
"I'm here!" Lily called out, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. "I came alone like you asked! Where's Grandpa Henry?!"
she saw him.
Grandpa Henry, tied to a chair in the center of the warehouse, duct tape over his mouth, looking pale and weak but alive.
And standing behind him, holding a gun to his head—
Molly.
But this wasn't the sweet, demure cousin Lily remembered. This Molly had wild eyes, disheveled hair, and a manic energy that radiated danger.
