VIVIAN

The guest bedroom was nice. Lavish. More than what I was used to. The bed’s silk sheets and goose-down duvet felt like lying on a cloud. After the exhausting day I had, I should have been able to drift off without a hitch.

Instead, I tossed and turned all night, unable to still my mind.

I thought about Molly, and how terrified she must have been. I wondered where they were keeping her if the cartel had hurt her if she was even alive.

I shuddered, hiding my face in my hands. The thought was chilling. What if they’d killed her just because she pointed out an error in...