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“The crazy is off the charts here,” she said, meaning this town, this office, and mostly the staff.
Elizabeth had one more question.
A big one.
“And my bloodwork?” she asked.
Ben went there.
“All clear. It didn’t show any trace of you being drugged.”
That didn’t make sense to her. Then how the hell did she lose time? How did they get her to where she was in under the time, and why didn’t she wake up?
There was no concussion.
So she wasn’t out for long without drugs. Yet, they had time to ditch her things, pick her up, carry her, and tie her up in a cave.
“And you’re sure?”
He nodded.
Chris went there.
“Maybe there was too much time between the test and the actual abduction,” he said. “It could be depending on the drug used.”
Well, that didn’t help her.
Granted, it wasn’t like it mattered. MATE had tracked their location.
“You might want to watch your cholesterol,” Ben said. “It was one eighty-eight.”
She stared at him, and then, she focused on Uriel—who was hiding a smile behind his hand as he leaned against the wall with Ivan, Saint, and Gryphen.
She accused him.
“Did you put him up to that?”
He shook his head and raised his hands in surrender when she was giving him the look.
“No way, boss. I know better.”
That was her hard line.
“I’ll give up cow over my dead body,” she admitted. “Seriously.”
Her husband busted her ass.
“I guess I’m not the only one who will be eating healthier. A salad would do you good,” Chris teased.
Oh.
Fuck.
No.
It absolutely wouldn’t.
She wasn’t going down like her father, who was killed by a salad laced with belladonna.
