Page 60 of Look for Me

Not any longer.

She was saved in Jesus Christ now, and her old life was dead to her, including everything she had to do in Las Vegas to survive.

Sometimes she wished she had never left Savannah.

Wished she had married Martin instead when he asked her to four years ago.

And bore his children inside a Christian marriage, instead of having two kids by different fathers and ending up as a single mother.

“Tell Nikos I’m not going to see him until I get a shower and some clean clothes.”

Who in their right mind would choose to stay in a cell? It was no bargaining chip. And it was certainly not the type of guile that would make Flavian proud of her.

Asking for a shower was buying time. Corinne figured that if she could see more of the house—the building—then she might know the escape routes.

She regretted not asking Flavian more about the building. He had told her the bare minimum. She should have asked him about boats.

Half an hour later, she was escorted by none other than her maid-in-waiting, Miss Executioner.

“You take everything, don’t you?” She snarled. “You take my man, my child, and now you take my clothes.”

“Clothes? I only asked for a shower.”

“Nikos said you need a change of clothes.” Miss Executioner pushed her forward. “He wants you to shower in my bedroom, and then change into my clothes. He wants you to look like me.”

“You’re taller than I am.” Corinne wasn’t sure if that helped. Perhaps she could…

“Of course, I am. I’m also better than you. But Nikos has his eyes on you because you belong to Flavian.”

“I belong to God,” Corinne corrected her.

“Don’t go there.”

“You mean heaven? If I die now, I go to heaven because I trusted Jesus in my heart,” Corinne said. “Do you know where you’re going?”

“I’m going to get my man back.”

“I mean after you die.”

“I’m not going to die any time soon.”

“You will when they come for me.” Oops. Corinne shouldn’t have said that.

“They who?”

Uh… “Flavian’s people.”

“Slam and Slime are dead, woman.” Miss Executioner shoved her into the sparse bedroom, and led her to the bathroom. “Your clothes are on hangers.”

“I don’t get to choose?”

“Nikos has already chosen.” Miss Executioner’s voice cracked.

Suddenly Corinne wasn’t afraid of her anymore because she had found Miss Executioner’s weakness.

One word: Nikos.

Corinne hated to do it, but if she kept pushing the Nikos button, she might be able to disarm the woman when she was most vulnerable.

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