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Her throat tightened and nausea had her mouthwatering.
Samuel had to come back to her.
As if her thought were a summoning, her phone vibrated.
Jessica’s spine went stiff, and she glanced at the bedroom door, but she was alone. For how long?
She crept back into the bathroom and quietly closed the door. Only then did she unlock the screen and tap the message itself.
It wasn’t a message. It was a video.
Jessica closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. She’d had to watch disturbing stuff as part of her law practice. This stuff always hit hard, but this time it was someone she cared about. Someone she loved.
Hands shaking, she tapped the video.
The footage was dark at first, then jerked up. She must have been looking at the ground or a dark corner. The camera went in and out of focus. She pressed a hand to her mouth and swallowed as the lump in the dim light became human.
Samuel.
He sat on the ground, one knee up, elbow propped on top with his hand shielding his face. His clothes were dirty and ripped. It was hard to tell in the low light, but he had to be roughed up.
“We have what you want,” Oliver said. His oily voice was burned into her memory. “Make us an offer we can’t refuse.”
Jessica’s knees went weak and braced her hand on the vanity.
She watched the video again and again, though it became impossible to see it through her tears.
Fuck.
She set the phone down, gripped the vanity, and breathed deep. Again and again, while tears plopped down onto the pale marble countertop.
Samuel was hurt because of her. Because she’d tried to prevent Robin from being a target. Because another horrible man had killed Robin’s mother.
Why did horrible people get away with it?
Jessica straightened and stared at her reflection.
Like hell she was going to sit back and do nothing.
She wiped her face dry.
The logical thing to do would be to share the video with Logan and the others. There wasn’t anything in the video to tell them where Samuel was, and they didn’t have access to information that would help them locate Oliver’s cell phone. Sharing the video would do nothing except give the guys something else to look at.
Looking wasn’t going to save Samuel.
She loved him.
She was going to do whatever it took to get him back. He was all that mattered. Not her. She’d made this mess, and it was up to her to make it right.
Jessica dried her face and opened the bathroom door. It wouldn’t do to get caught hanging out in there which would only make people curious about her.
First thing she needed to do was get dressed. Something comfortable with a lot of movement that would allow her to run. She pulled out sneakers, jeans, and a hoodie from her bag and quickly changed into the clothes. She was pulling a brush through her hair when Harper tapped on the bedroom door.
“Come in,” she called out.
He cracked the door open and held up a travel cup. “Chocolate. Hot.”
“Thanks.”