Because I was kidnapped as a child, my dad had a tracker embedded in my bracelet. That day, when I couldn’t find it, my dad called immediately: “Take nothing. Come downstairs immediately. Your brother is waiting in car…” – News

anymore.”

“What’s the rush?” Ethan’s voice lowered. “If we stick to my timeline, 2 months max.”

“2 months? You owe me $3 million, you son of a—”

“That’s exactly why we need to do this step by step.”

Ethan’s speaking pace quickened, yet maintained a terrifyingly methodical rhythm.

“Step one was neutralizing this bracelet, cutting off her real-time link to continue reading …