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The sofa is made of delicate sheepskin. “If someone’s going to kidnap and possibly torture and kill me, at least I can know I died in luxurious surroundings,” Andrea thinks sarcastically. “Stay here and be good,” the man warns. Andrea hears the sound of jingling keys as the man opens and shuts the door. “So he’s carrying the keys with him,” Andrea thinks, “That means he must also have the keys for the handcuffs.” She begins to plan possible ways to take the keys from him, but her thoughts are interrupted by a voice outside the room. “I swear I just heard someone say the Summers family name,” Andrea thinks, “Could Leonie or Diana seriously be behind this?” Andrea kicks herself mentally. Before she jumped out the window she snuck into Leonie’s room to use the other woman’s phone. S