CHAPTER 20
In an attempt to get comfortable on the cold laminate floor, Lisa shifts her position. The zip ties dig into her wrists, and any movement sends runners of pain up her arm. Ryan struggles to inch nearer to her. His voice cracks when he asks if she’s okay. When the FBI agents hurry out of the building, Trace shouts, “Officers, we need help.”
An officer comes to them and cuts the ties. “Are you all okay?”
Trace looks at Lisa. “We will be. We just need a few minutes.”
Lisa brings her hands to her face and sobs. The captain comes in and sees her distress. “Guys, I’m sorry you had to go through this. But now you know what you’re up against. They won’t stop until they get what they want, or they recreate an acceptable story.”
“What do you mean?” Lisa asks.
“They’ll create a diffe
