Page 90 of Protecting Bianca

“Who?”

“Those men. The ones who carjacked us.”

I looked over to the front seat, but it was empty. “Where’s Bianca?”

He blinked and stared at me, then looked away. “I don’t know.”

My heart hammered in my chest. “What do you mean you don’t know? What happened to her?”

“These men pulled us over. I thought they were cops, but they jumped in the car and threw us into the backseat. Then they drove here and told us they were going to ship us to some island.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Some island?”

“I don’t know. I think that’s what they said.”

“Then what happened?”

“When we got here, they tied Bianca up and gagged her while they held me down. I tried to stop them, but the one holding me was a lot stronger.”

My heart stopped at his description. “Why you two?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why didn’t they do the same to you?”

“They… they received a phone call and said they only wanted the girl. That I could go.”

“Just like that, they let you go?”

“They cut holes in my tires and put a blindfold over me. But I managed to take it off.”

“Where would they go if the car is here?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Did you see where they took her?”

He shook his head.

“Think, man!” I shouted, and Will put his hand on my shoulder.

“Can you tell us anything else? Any small details that you can remember? It’s important.”

Walsh looked down and away. “I think they may have said something about a shipping container. But I’m not sure.”

I turned around and stared at the rows of brown and white containers behind me. There were hundreds of them.

“Which one?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I pushed past Will and pounded on the first container in front of me. “Bianca!”Bang! Bang!“Bianca!”

“I think I have a crowbar in the truck.” Will ran back to his truck and came back, holding the bar a few seconds later.

“Here.”

I took the bar from him and shimmied it through the crack in the door. The metal creaked but barely budged. “I think I have another.”

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