Chapter Eighteen
They were nearly back at Erielle’s place. A muffled thumping came from the trunk.
“Gee, I hope you’re right,” Jas said to Carl.
“I’m sure,” Carl replied. “Well, pretty sure anyway.”
Jas rolled her eyes.
“It has to be the Minister for Global Government Security,” Carl said. “There can’t be many women who wear kaftans to work at government headquarters.”
“But is she a Shadow?”
“Sayen definitely seemed to think so.”
Jas shook her head. If they were wrong, they were in deep, deep trouble. She wondered what the sentence was for kidnapping a Global Government minister. The courts would add assault to the charge, as they’d had to manhandle the woman to gag her and tie her up and lift her into the trunk. At least it was roomy and had plenty of air, and it was nighttime so
