CHAPTER 30
“You want to know where my husband is, you show me those pictures yourself.” Dawn’s voice was as resolute as Woong’s whenever he was preparing to throw a full-fledged temper tantrum. It got softer for just a minute when she added, “It’s not you I don’t trust, Sandy. It’s the whole system. If that detective wants information, he’s got to show me those photographs, and then I’ll tell him anything he wants to know.”
The vein in Drisklay’s forearm bulged slightly as he picked up his cup. “No good. Every minute lost puts that kid at even more risk.”
“Sir, I don’t know you, and you sure as anything don’t know me, and that means we’ve got to trust each other. Trust goes both ways, see. My husband for all his faults is not a dangerous man. Not in the least. You ask Sandy, and she’ll
