âDo you want to save her?â Ivy taunted.
âWhat do you want?â Lyndon demanded, his voice tight.
âI have two demands.
Fulfill them, and Iâll let her go.
â
âGo on,â Lyndon said, his voice steady despite the rage simmering beneath.
Ivy revealed her demands to Lyndon, who narrowed his eyes, remaining silent.
Sensing his hesitation, Ivy pressed on, âWhat? You donât agree? If you refuse, Iâll push her off the cliff right now!â
Tildaâs scream echoed through the phone, making Lyndonâs heart race.
âDonât hurt her.
I agree to your terms,â he said urgently.
âGood.
You have one hour.
Fulfill my requests within that time, and Iâll release Tilda.
But if I see any police, you can find her at the bottom of the cliff,â Ivy threatened before hanging up.
Lyndon frowned at the road ahead.
Keanu, sitting beside him, looked anxious.
âMr.
Fernandez, is there news about Tilda?â
Lyndon nodded, not having time to explain fully.
He quickly called Brian.
In the other car, Brian answered the phone, recognizing the caller ID.
âihatâs up?â
âIvy just called,â Lyndon said, repeating Ivyâs demands.
âShe has Tilda.
Iâm not sure if Rosalynn and Sheldon are with her.
â
Brianâs expression darkened.
âI havenât received a call yet.
Iâll hang up now.
â
He ended the call, afraid that he would miss the kidnapperâs call.
Brian pondered Ivyâs involvement.
If she had Rosalynn, why hadnât she called him?
If not, where could Rosalynn be?
Suddenly, Sanford, who was driving, interrupted.
âBrian, thereâs a car approaching.
Could it be the one that took Rosalynn?â
Brianâs spirits lifted as he scrutinized the approaching vehicle.
It was a black car, but there were numerous black cars in the world.
Brian couldnât be certain if it was the car that took Rosalynn, but he wouldnât overlook any clues.