Page 66 of Savage Secrets

“The question is actually when will you be signing over the ranch?”

“Show her to me!”

“Now, now. There is a polite way to do business, and you don’t have the proper conduct. In business, we treat each other with the proper respect.”

“You don’t deserve respect.” She bit off every word with a gnash of her teeth.

“Goodbye, Miss Vale.”

“No! Wait!Please.”

When Zach found Feldman, he was going to personally snap his neck for making a mother plead to get her child back.

“Would you like to see your daughter?” Feldman asked.

“Yes. I don’t care about anything but Rainie.”

“All right.” His congenial tone made Zach physically sick. His stomach knotted into a tight ball, pushing bile up his throat. “Here she is. Rainie? Say hello to your mommy.”

“Jesus Christ,” Zach muttered under his breath. “He thinks he’s untouchable.”

Opal let out a gasp, and he knew Rainie was visible on the screen. “Rainie!”

“Hi, Mommy!”

Zach glanced over to see Feldman’s face take over the screen once more.

“I have many, many happy memories of this area. Don’t worry—your daughter’s having fun in all my old stomping grounds.”

Zach held out his hand, and Opal hesitantly passed it to him. He held it in front of his face and divided his attention between the road and the bastard he was after.

“Feldman.”

“Webb.”

“You’ve just been showing Opal’s daughter all your favorite spots?”

“You could call it that.”

“So I can just pick her up.”

“No, this isn’t free. I still need the land. Don’t worry—Miss Vale signs on the dotted line and I hand over her daughter.”

Zach gnashed his molars on a litany of blazing cusses that would surely make the man hang up. As long as he was on the line with him, he wasn’t causing harm to Rainie.

“I love the land too,” Feldman went on. “I grew up here. My uncle is a county judge.”

Now that was new intel. How did the information slip past WEST Protection’s deep searches about the guy? They were good at their work—they would have found the link. Unless the judge or Feldman buried it. If a judge knew about his nephew’s actions and covered it up, he must be as crooked as they came.

He turned his attention to the screen just as Feldman centered Rainie in the video. The little girl appeared to be safe and whole.

“Did you know I have a bowling alley in my house? Rainie is having a great time, aren’t you, kiddo?”

“Yes!” The smashing noise of bowling pins filled the truck.

Opal snatched the phone from Zach’s hand.

“Good job!” Feldman praised Rainie in an overly enthusiastic and false way. “After this, we’re getting ice cream.”

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