Frozen Cargo, A Betrayed Wife

the empty suite, his voice raw. "This isn't funny! Stop hiding! You heard the man, they think you're...

. I did come out. My blood came out. My life came out. But I can't come out

es, there's no one in here. We already checked the room." His voice wa

always playing tricks." He looked at Kacie, then at Thorne, who had quietly appeared in the doo

of panic in her usually composed facade. "I... well, I assumed she would," she st

oice low and heavy, "the staff... they confirmed it. She never left the SUV. Not while

at the doorframe for support. His face, already pale, turned an ashen gr

t. His eyes were wild, desperate. "You said you took care of it! Yo

e arrangements. But she was supposed to be dropped off after we arrived. The plan was...

approached the suite. The young man stood frozen, terrified. "Where are the keys?" Atlas demanded, his voice hoarse.

pay for this. You always do this." He moved with a desperate urgency, his body shaking, hal

to his unraveling. He was fighting the truth, just a

r that passed seemed to deepen the lines of fear and confusion on his face. He mumbled, a string of incoher

r and Officer Hayes were already there, waiting. Atlas ignored them, his eyes sca

the arm. His voice had an hysterical edge to it now. "She'

Mr. Forbes, she's where we said she was. In the cargo hold of your vehicle." He held up a clear plastic ba

omma gave me. The one I never took off. The one I clutched every night, even in the darkness of the cellar. It was cold, still