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"Just one more question." I toss it out before either can stop me. "Is she at theyacht?"

Oscar is still peering out the window as he speaks. "Mr. Freestone left with her hours ago. We got stuck waiting for you to wake up from your beautynap."

"That's sweet of you two,really."

The van pulls into a parking lot in front of a nice yacht club. A sprawling marina filled with expensive pleasure boats stretches out into turquoise blue water. It's a piece of tropical paradise for the rich. I can't help thinking it's also the last place I'll see unless I figure a way out . . . withTen.

I lift my cuffed hands. "Don't you think these are going to look a little out of style at a posh yachtclub?"

Oscar picks up his coat from the seat next to him and drops it over my hands to hidethem.

I shrug. "Simple solution. Maybe you're actually smarter than you looktoo."

For the first time since my captivity, Oscar pulls out a hand gun from the back of hisbelt.

"Well shit, big O, didn't know you were packingheat."

"Then you might not have had such a smart mouth,eh?"

I pause to consider his suggestion. "Nah, that probably wouldn't have made adifference."

Jason opens the door. "Shouldn't we tip the driver?" I ask as I scoot out behind him with Oscar's gun planted firmly in mykidney.

We walk pretty fucking conspicuously, three big guys who don't look like your typical yacht club members, along the docks. Some of the other boaters lift their expensive sunglasses and peer over their highball glasses to check us out before returning to their get togethers and suntansessions.

Freestone's yacht is impressive, but then I was expecting it. I can see the asshole sitting on deck looking at something on his phone. He's switched out his shirt and pants for shorts and a polo shirt. I hate every damn thing about the guy, the set of his jaw, the way he talks, even the way he combs his fuckinghair.

My pace slows for no other reason except I'm disappointed in not seeing Ten out on deck. What has he done with her? My lagging steps earn me a revolver barrel in my back. "Move faster. We don't want to attract any attention," Oscarmumbles.

I laugh loud enough to grab Freestone's attention from his phone. He lifts his glasses as if he needs to see clearer to know that the three, big overdressed men lumbering down the dock are his three visitors and not some other trio of out of place lookingguys.

I'm led to the gangplank leading onto the deck. I search frantically around the boat as I climb onboard.

"Where is she?" I say before my feet are even settled on deck. The sedative has cleared my system completely. It's being quickly replaced by adrenaline. I should have never let myself succumb to the drug. I should have never accepted his drink offer. At the time, I thought it might take off the edge. It definitely didthat.

Freestone doesn't get up. "Detective, welcome aboard. Can I get you adrink?"

An angry laugh shoots from my mouth. "Yeah, not falling for that twice. Where isAngie?"

"I'm here," Ten's voice comes from behind. I can see instantly from her eyes that he's pumped her full of his damn drug again. She is wearing a skimpy sundress, a dress she never would have picked for herself. The controlling maniac is even telling her what to wear. I'm relieved to see she's not wearing the leather cuffs. As she steps into the sunlight, I can see her lips are swollen. He's been kissing her. She's been kissing him. I try and shake that idea loose. She's under his spell with that stupid drug. She never would have kissed him otherwise. It's the wrong time to be trying to make myself feel better but I can't stop. I hate that he touches her. I hate his fucking plane and his yacht. I hate his two goons. I fucking hatehim.

Ten walks up to me and scowls down at the gun jammed in my back. Surprisingly, Oscar pulls it away and pushes it into hisbelt.

"Oscar, show him below so he can take a shower. But leave the handcuffs on," Freestone adds. "After he gets cleaned up bring him on deck for some lunch." Freestone walks over and takes hold of Ten's hand. Rage makes the breath stick in my chest as he leads her to the stern to sit down. Ten's face is averted, but she lifts her brown eyes for a brief second to lock gazes with me before Oscar drags me away for my shower. I can usually read her face, her expression, but she's dosed up with Freestone'spoison.

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Angie

The trayof sandwiches looks tempting. I take one and stand up to lean against the railing, purposefully avoiding sitting next to Kane. So much has passed between us in a short amount of time but he's even more of a stranger to me than when we first met. All this time, he knew who I was, he knew I'd come to the Lace Underground to bring him down. It explains some things, like the ominous prediction that I would cause his downfall. But I still have a millionquestions.

"I'm glad to see you eating again." Kane puts his phonedown.

"Me too. You told me you were giving me an injection of the appetite stimulant, but I know the feel of the nectar in my bloodstream. You snuck some in after I told you I didn't wantany."

"I did it for your own good. You've had a stressful day, and the nectar was wearing off. I figured I'd save you the pain and grief. Besides, the withdrawals would counter any of the effects of the appetitedrug."

"Great. So thanks to you I'm one big pharmaceuticalmess."

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