Chapter 30
While Rikka and Sam were resetting the chess board, Kate had an idea. She pulled out her phone and dialed Paul’s cell.
Maybe she’d get Paul, maybe the kidnapper.
A nearby hydrangea, a purple one to the left of the stone entryway, rang shrilly. In moments, she and Terry had unearthed Paul’s phone from beneath the bush. It had a case the same color as his Ferrari, sunshine yellow with a blue racing stripe. He loved that phone, but was always losing it somewhere. Someone might have dumped it, or he might have set it on the lip of the front archway’s stonework while chatting with the chauffeur, or having a quick grope with the photographer, and hadn’t noticed when it tumbled into the shrubbery.
“So much for that brilliant thought,” Kate inspected the screen. “Wait, he’s got an M
