CHAPTER 11
“Come on. Get up.”
Kennedy didn’t recognize the voice. Where was Hak-Kun? What time was it?
She blinked her eyes open. How long had she been asleep? She’d been talking with Ian after the lights went off. He was telling her about how his grandma had suffered two separate heart attacks, how he was worried that if she found out he was imprisoned she wouldn’t be able to handle the shock.
Had Kennedy fallen asleep in the middle of their conversation?
The overhead lights blinded her, and she tried to shield her face when someone entered the cell. Rough hands yanked her to her feet.
“Let’s go. Get moving.”
She was even thirstier than normal and could barely ask, “Where are we going?”
“Come on.”
What about Ian? Was he coming too?
She called his name. No answer. It wasn’t until
