If I could go over them, maybe I’d find something that could help us end this terror before anyone else got hurt. If children died because of me, I’d never forgive myself. If a client of mine was behind the kidnapping… In that case I should have seen the signs. Should’ve known. If Maggie got hurt… I did sit-ups. Not many. I still felt stiff and sore and didn’t want to overexert myself, but after all the sleep I’d had in the past forty-eight hours, I had too much nervous energy to keep it fully contained. And I didn’t want to pace the house. It wasn’t mine. I didn’t belong here. And I was petrified to move. What if someone caught sight of me? I was letting fear suffocate me. I knew it. But that didn’t seem to make one iota of difference. What if they didn’t find this guy? The players in Rick Thomas’s game had killed many seemingly powerful men; they’d stolen state secrets, they’d made millions in illegal imports and exports. And I, one woman, was going to be able to escape their clutches?
