Chapter Five
Talbert Rollins
Without a word to Wingard, I exited his domain in as calm a manner as possible, past a mute but astonished Donaldson and burned rubber from the driveway well into the street. My sweaty hands gripped the wheel while my brain sought to comprehend what I had just discovered.
Simone Jones set up this whole thing? It was her who sent Deandra to hire me for the kidnap? But why? Did she have a fantasy that Wingard wouldn’t fulfill? The equipment he kept in the playroom said otherwise, there probably wasn’t any scenario he wouldn’t try. Or Simone, for all her supposed fulfillment as a slave under Wingard’s stern hand, needed an edge of strangers in her play, and she couldn’t get too close to the planning of it because then if she knew who was involved, then it would
