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Chapter Three Carmen St. John I kept my anger from making me speed as I left Wingard’s estate, but the more I tried to control it, the more pissed I got. I had been set up. Someone had sent the fake Simone Jones to get me involved in a real kidnap and now was probably setting me up for a patsy. And what were the odds of Vogel Wingard calling me to find his wife who I had help kidnapped, even unwittingly? Yet another set up? If he didn’t know about my involvement but did find out later, I could kiss any chance at my old life goodbye or possibly any chance of continuing life at all. Wingard said he played straight, but the implication was that if you did not then you should get out of town fast. But even if Wingard found out, he was smart enough to know there were too many coincidences he