A mixture of fear and fury flashed on his face. “I knew you were a very perceptive girl.” “But how…how do you have my father’s phone?” “Good question. After our little map mishap, I decided it would be better to pay your father a visit, rather than running all over the countryside after you and Mr. Diaz. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it to his next tour stop—I hate to be the cause of disappointed fans. It’s quite ironic when I made the connection between you and Stephen Montgomery. You see, I read all of his books during my unfortunate incarceration. He’s a damn good writer, and he had quite the following with inmates.” I gasped as the world around me tilted and spun. My hand flew to my forehead to try to still the spinning. “Y-You k-kidnapped… my dad?” “I’m afraid so.” Tears stung my eyes, and my legs wobbled, threatening to crumple beneath me.
