For the first time since my imprisonment, a possibility I’d almost abandoned began taking shape.
“I can’t pay him.”
“Talk to him first.”
Then Opal retrieved her cellphone.
“There’s something else you need to know.”
She showed me a message she’d received the previous evening.
An unidentified woman had offered her three thousand dollars to dismiss me immediately, claiming I was dangerous.
I recognized the sender’s number.
Monica.
Even more disturbing was the attached photograph of my former house. A For Sale sign stood prominently in its yard.
Underneath, the sender had written:
“Before Rebecca finds out what we did with the deed, we need to get her out of Ohio.”
Part 2
“Does your sister know where you work?” Opal asked.
“She shouldn’t.”
I examined the message again. Although Monica had sent it from her personal number, I couldn’t tell who had photographed my house.
