The police chief''s wordsid it out. Escaping was impossible.
"No worries," Debra said. "We don''t even know who the real killer is, right?"
"True," he said. "We''re still digging. But as a suspect, you''ll have to sit tight for now."
He waved his men over to grab her, then nced at Troy and Ryan, who were still held down.
"Those two are your hostages," he said. "We need them for questioning. Let them go."
Following Debra''s orders, the guards released them.
Troy grinned, thrilled that the bishop didn''t ditch them. Ryan, on the other hand, was still suffering from the aftershock.
In Seamar City, Jordan got the news from the guards.
He shot up, yelling into the phone, "What did I tell you before you left for Orkgate? Her safetyes first. Why did you let the police take her?"
"Sir, we followed your orders," the guard replied. "But Mrs. Houston told us to stand down and head back." "Nonsense!" Jordan hung up, storming to Drake''s room.
He kicked the door open. Drake protested, "Don''t you know patients need peace?"
"Debra''s been grabbed by Orkgate police," Jordan snapped. "Exin that."
"What?" Drake tried to sit up, wincing as he strained his wounds.
Kale steadied him. "Mr. Jordan Potter, this has nothing to do with my boss. Don''te at us for answers." "Orkgate is his turf," Jordan shot back. "Who else do I ask? I don''t care. Call them and get her out now."
"Think I need you to remind me of that?" Drake red. "I already squared things with them. This shouldn''t have happened."
"You squared it?" Jordan scoffed. "Guess they don''t give a damn about you anymore."
Drake''s eyes sharpened. "What, you want to pick a fight?"
"Boss, cool it," Kale pleaded.
"If my word didn''t hold," Drake said, "someone bigger is pulling strings."<fnfe10> This text is hosted at fin?novel</fnfe10>
Jordan frowned. "The Illuminati beat us to it?"
"I told her not to go there alone," Drake grumbled. "Now she''s in deep. Who''s fixing this?"