DAHLIA 

“Do you think we’ve got the right place?” I squinted at the sun, trying to take cover under the big, widespread canopy of a huge tree.

We were in an unknown location. It was, specifically, in the woods. This was the place Martins’ and Zac’s private investigators had traced the call and blurred environment to. 

I had no idea how they did it, I was just grateful they had.

Zac was supposed to send the money by two pm. I checked the slim timepiece adorning my left wrist. Fifteen past one. 

The cops had come with us. But our vehicles had been parked half a mile from this place....