From Large Target, Jo has found the kidnappers’ hideout. Now what?
I drove a few blocks and parked on a side street. I wasn't sure what to do next. Getting killed seemed like the next logical step. The lack of sleep was catching up to me. I took a deep breath and then someone tapped on the glass. I looked up and nearly hit my head on the mirror flinching backward.
A florid face with bristly white hair and a weeks' growth of beard appeared crouching outside my window.
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