Page 32 of Resurrection
“Hey, you got a phone still?” She heard a man’s voice.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine, but he’s heading downriver. I don’t?—”
The call cut off.
“Jury! No!”
She tapped the Call icon again, but this time, it rang until a generic voicemail recording played.
She called again. Same result.
She looked at Nic.
He was shaking his head. “Fucking Leo. Seriously, man?”
“You know him. You can call him. Stop him. Get her back.”
He let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over his beard. “I’ll call. But I’ll give you a fair warning: Leo does what the fuck he wants.”
“But you’re friends, right?”
“We know each other.”
“He was here.”
“Yeah. Hold on. Let me go get my phone.”
Nic left the studio, and Imogen stared out the window as she kept trying Jury’s number over and over again. No answer.
She’d said they were on a boat. Going downriver. That meant she could get on a boat and cut them off somewhere, assuming they went all the way downriver. She just had no idea what boat they were on. Or where they’d left from.
“Yeah, I hear ya, man. But don’t you think …”
He paused, and Imogen knew he had Leo on the other end of the call.
“I get it. Yeah, well … she does have a family. And I sure as shit hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Can I talk to him?” Imogen asked.
Nic paused. “Her sister wants to talk to you. Okay.”
He held out the phone as he tapped the screen to put it on speaker.
“Hi. This is Imogen Kilgore. You have my sister.”
“Your sister trespassed on private property before breaking and entering.”
Imogen winced. “Okay, so youdefinitelyhave my sister.”
“She was aboard my vessel—without permission—when we decided to take a cruise. I wouldn’t call it a kidnapping. She’s a stowaway at best. A potential thief at worst. If you call the police, I assure you, she will end up in handcuffs, not me.”
Imogen rubbed a hand over her forehead. “Can I just have her back?”
“After ourcruise, perhaps she will have learned her lesson about prying into matters that do not concern her.”
“So, you won’t hurt her?”
