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“Outside the courthouse—where you left us.” He shrugged. “She said she would stay in this general area.”
“Well, we need her back right away! Can’t you call her on your TET device?”
Torus frowned.
“No, unfortunately. She, uh, took hers off.” He didn’t tell Councilor Paige that Molly had actually flushed the device down the waste disposal unit. That was more information than she needed, he thought.
“Well, we need to find her. The judge won’t read the verdict without her and she’s not going to be pleased if she has to wait,” the lawyer said.
“I’ll go look for her,” Torus said, though he didn’t know where he was going to look.
“Maybe use a Think-me,” Councilor Paige suggested. “Do you have one in your ship?”
Torus thought about it and shook his head.
“No—we haven’t needed one because we were connected by the TET devices. So I didn’t think to bring one.”
“Well, I’ve got one back at my ship—my husband Lone can give it to you,” she said. “He was just getting our twins to bed when I got the call to come back for the verdict.”
She gave him the coordinates and Torus thanked her. His anxiety for Molly was growing by the minute—he needed to contact her and make sure she was all right.
As he left the courtroom, he noticed that her ex-Mate was still on his phone. He was looking at the screen and saying something in a low, intense voice. As Torus walked past him, he looked up briefly and shot him a smirk. It was a self-satisfied expression that made the worm in Torus’s gut twist again.
What was going on with the fucking human, he wondered briefly. Councilor Paige had been certain the verdict was going to go against him—so why was Zach Wyndham looking so pleased with himself?
But he didn’t have time to worry about Molly’s ex-Mate—he needed to find her as quickly as possible. He walked faster and faster and by the time he left the courthouse he was nearly running.
He couldn’t shake his ever-growing anxiety and the sense that something was very, very wrong.
45
MOLLY
Molly was dragged in the back room and her hands were bound behind her back with zip-ties. Someone shoved her down on what felt like a mattress on a rickety bed frame that creaked when she landed on it.
“Help! Help me!” she shouted, her voice muffled by the dirty pillowcase over her head.
“Shut up, bitch,” a masculine voice snarled. It was slightly familiar, Molly thought. “Nobody can hear you anyway—there’s nobody here but us.”
“Okay, I did my part—now where’s my money?” Karen’s voice asked.
“Karen?” Molly exclaimed. “Karen, what’s going on?”
“Shut up, you little slut,” Karen snapped. “What’s going on is we’re going to get rid of you—or at least he is. That’s not what I signed up for.”
“He? Who’s he?” Molly demanded.
The pillowcase was finally whisked off her head and the face of Mandrew Pate appeared, grinning at her.
“Surprise, bitch!” he said with savage glee. “Remember me? The guy whose Maserati your fucking freak of a husband ruined?”
“What?” Molly stared at him blankly. “What are you talking about? Why did you bring me here? Let me go!”
“I don’t think so. I have someone here who wants to talk to you.”
He shoved a phone in her face and Molly saw Zach’s image on the screen.
“Ah—there she is,” her ex said, giving her an evil smile. “Hi babe—how’s it going?”
