CHAPTER 3
Adrenaline oozed out of Kennedy’s pores. She sank down in Willow’s chair.
“You sure?”
Willow twirled a strand of her wavy hair around her finger. “Yeah. I thought about texting you, but I didn’t know if you’d get too distracted from your finals.”
Kennedy sat up a little taller. “Well, he must have escaped or something. He must have gotten out and come here and ...”
Willow leaned over to her computer and went to Channel 2’s website. She pointed at the man whose face was plastered on the home screen under the headline Kidnapping Suspect Caught in North End. “This him?”
Kennedy glanced at the picture. “Yeah.” Her legs wobbled, and she turned away.
Willow scrolled down. “He’s most definitely still in jail.”
Kennedy slouched down and swallowed. Why did she feel like crying? Th
