I don't want to behave hastily but I've been trying to concentrate on everything else other than finding my daughter because I trusted that Astor was going to bring her back to me but that trust has dwindled.
I swallowed hard, the taste of fear like ash in my mouth. My thumb hovered over Kyle’s name on the screen. This was it. No more waiting, no more agonizing. I had to do this.
I pressed the call button. My heart hammered against my ribs in the silence of my kitchen. It rang once, twice before he answered and then his voice, cold and sharp, cut through the air.
“I hate being bothered,” Kyle said, his tone flat, “but I’ll let it slide because it’s you. What do you want?”
His voice was like a punch to my gut. The man who had taken my daughter, speaking to me as if I was the inconvenie
