Why would she kidnap Rosalynn as well?
Barlowâs anger boiled beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.
He redialed Kennediâs number.
This time, the call connected.
âWhat the hell do you want to do, Kennedi?â he barked.
A brief silence lapsed before Kennediâs voice came from the other side.
âWhy are you so angry? Iâm just curious, Barlow.
Between the two, who do you love more?â
She and her damned curiosity.
Barlow closed his eyes, suppressing his anger.
He huffed impatiently before answering, âYouâre wasting your time.
You know I donât love anyone other than myself.
â
âIs that right?â Kennedy taunted.
âSo you wonât save either of them?â
Her obvious mockery made Barlowâs eyebrow twitch.
âCut the bullshit,
Kennedi.
Let them go!â
âSure.
But just one,â Kennedi answered.
âBarlow, youâre on Middle Street right now, right? It would take you about half an hour to get to either Karina or Rosalynn.
IâLL let you decide whom to save.
You get to pick who lives, and the other dies.
Make your choice.
â
She knew even his location.
It seemed that this crazy woman was hell-bent on never giving him peace.
Barlowâs fingers tightened around his phone.
âLeave them out of your games.
They donât have anything to do with this.
â
âRight.
Theyâre innocent.
Itâs all your fault.
But itâs funny that you say that now.
Did you ever stop to think that I was also innocent when you approached me?â
Barlow gritted his teeth.
âYou can do whatever you want with me.
Hurt me, kill meâ¦I donât care.
But let them go!â
âShut the hell up! I make the rules here,â Kennedi snapped, her patience wrung dry.