She wasn’t scared, at least not by the memories and images of her kidnapping. She and Sara had drifted off while talking—an old habit from way back—so she wasn’t alone. And she was in her right mind enough so that her sister’s presence here, Easy’s presence somewhere nearby, and all the other Hard Ink guys being here, too, made her feel safe enough to slip into unconsciousness. That wasn’t the problem. What was scaring her was that Easy had never returned. Not to check on her. Not to get ready for bed. Not for nothing. Shane had come, though. To check on both Sara and Jenna. And something about him hadn’t looked . . . right. Maybe it was the exhaustion on his face, or the way he seemed to regret parting from Sara, or the way his gaze didn’t quite meet Jenna’s. Something was up. Jenna’s gut-deep certainty had her peeking at the time on the new phone Shane had apparently given Sara.
