"Miss Trista, I'm sorry to lend it to you," the kidnapper muttered guiltily as he pulled me over.

I gave a nod. On the contrary, I was relieved when Cody apprehended me. At the very least, he would not lose control and point at me in that manner.

Cars arrived in a systematic fashion, one after the other. My eye was drawn to the logos of those vehicles. "Look! Those are private vehicles. They are Donald's personal vehicles! Take a look at the logo on them!"

The kidnappers examined the cars and discovered that they were not police vehicles! But

"That doesn't mean the individuals inside aren't cops!"

"Look, each...