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Try to remember anything that might help me later.

From the front of the van, one of the men speaks.

“Did he hear her?”

“Doesn't matter,” the man beside me answers.

“What if he calls the cops?”

A short, humorless laugh.

“Chavez won't bring the cops into this.”

My heart stumbles.

They know Torch.

Of course they do.

This isn't about me.

Not really.

A few moments pass.

Then the man beside me says, “He'll give us what we want.”

I keep my mouth shut.

For once in my life, that's probably the smartest thing I can do.

But my mind is racing.

These men know Preston Chavez.

They knew where to intercept my cab.

And whatever they want from him, they're willing to kidnap me to get it.

I take a slow breath beneath the fabric covering my face.

All right, Madison.

Think.

Because whoever these men are, they're about to discover that I'm a lot harder to manage than they expected.

Chapter 10

Madison

The van slows, then turns sharply. Gravel crunches beneath the tires before we finally stop.

I straighten, listening as the engine cuts off.

The man beside me grabs my arm.

“Move.”