““Alice?” Jim shouted, lunging toward the phone. “See, she’s fine,” the kidnapper was back to whispering. “And we’re done with the chitchat. You’re going to bring the suitcase to the small beach across and below you. Put it in the shaved-ice stand. You’ll find directions there for collecting your friend. I want you to drop the case exactly at midnight. And if I see anyone but you, I’ll cut Red’s head off. So you better keep all the boyfriends away.” “I’ll do as you say,” Annie said. “Thi...s suitcase doesn’t mean anything to me. All I want is Alice.” “Good attitude. I’ll see you shortly.” The call dropped, and Annie looked at her watch. It was exactly eleven-thirty. She only needed a few minutes to drive down to the beach, which still left them with time on their hands. “I’ll call the chief,” Ian said. Jim reached out and caught Ian’s arm.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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