Trusting Love (37 page)
“I hope you can do this. Need I remind you that your father is depending on you?”
She bit her lip at the threat in Eric’s voice. He could be lying, or he could be telling her the truth. She couldn’t find out, either. Not now. But she would, she would buy herself some time now and try to analyse the situation without fear and anger clouding her mind.
Slowing her breathing, she nodded even though Eric couldn’t see her. “I will get what they want. All of it.”
“Good, Kylie. I would hate for you to be responsible for your father’s death. You’ve done well so far. Just don’t make mistakes.”
Like I have before, right?
Kylie swallowed, and held in the angry response that jumped in her mind. “I will be there.”
“See that you are. He’s counting on you.”
The silence after that comment made her want to throw her phone.
Did Eric sound odd then? It’s almost like he wants me to fail.
He’d been unable to speak to her dad.
The chill racing along her arms had nothing to do with the air around her and everything to do with the fear making her heart hurt.
What have they done to you, Dad?
She would have to go to Japan after this, then on to LA.
Her doubts and fears rose up like they were going to choke her. She increased her steps until she was running, until the people made moving faster impossible without drawing too much attention. Slowing, she was forced to keep pace with the crowd even as her heart raced from the need to run.
Minutes dragged on more like hours until finally she reached the side of town she’d headed for since landing in Seoul. Here, she’d pick up what she needed and go as straight as possible for the ferry she’d take to Japan. In Japan, they’d already arranged for her flight to the US. She just had to get there on time. Once there, she would get to her father’s lab, then on a flight to LA.
Her father’s life depended on it.
At the corner she stopped and waited for the cars speeding by. Even this side street was packed with drivers, none, thankfully, her Americans.
Someone bumped her from behind. She ignored it, but seconds later, someone eased closer, then the smooth metal of a gun barrel rested against the back of her neck, sending a chill down her spine.
“I have someone who wishes to speak to you concerning your father,” a brisk, British accented man informed her.
She gathered her nerve and turned her head to spot a dark-skinned, bearded man of Arab descent.
What is going on
? she thought at the same time as she heard someone yelling her name.
About the Author
Billi Jean has been writing since high school when she couldn’t wait for Robert Jordon to write his
Wheel of Time
series faster. She writes from home in a little two hundred year old farm house in Western Massachusetts where she shares her space with her active children, an old dog and two lazy cats.
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Billi Jean loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
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Also by Billi Jean
Love’s Command: Running Scared
Love’s Command: Safe in His Arms
Love’s Command: Catch Me If You Can
Sisterhood of Jade: A Spartan’s Kiss
Sisterhood of Jade: Golden’s Rule
Sisterhood of Jade: Sorcha’s Wolf
Sisterhood of Jade: Eternal Embrace
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