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Well, now the FBI are involved, and kidnapping can draw a sentence of up to thirty years in prison. You guaranteed there’d be no danger, no chance of getting caught. I’m outta here. You can keep my portion.”

“Yeah? I don’t think we can let you do that. Either you’re in or dead.”

“You can’t threaten me, dude. You know I won’t reveal anything, or I’d be an accessory and end up with jail time. Like I want that to happen, man. Just let me leave and you’ll never see or hear from me again.”

“Sorry. No can do.”

Suddenly, the horror of what happened came back to Misti. How Gina’s screams were cut off, the muffled sounds of a human in the throes of being strangled.

The unmitigated terror of knowing she might be next hit her hard. So hard, she’d pretended to be still blacked out when the shadow had entered, checked her and administered another dose.

The last words she’d heard were, “She’s out cold. We’re good. The original plan will work. Let’s just stick with it but wait a while before contacting her family. Let them stew. Then the Senator will be more likely to do whatever we tell him.”

“What should I do with this body?”

“Put it with the old car, in the trunk. They haven’t found it yet.”

“That’s over a three hour run.”

“You got a problem with that?”

“No. Of course not. Where’s my gloves? I’ll be glad when this is finished.”

“Da, me too.”

“Then we return to Moscow.”

“Da, and never return to this crazy America.”

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