Deadly Little Lies by Jeanne Adams Read Free Book Online

available, some of which might be data. Of all the possible kidnap scenarios they’d run, figured out how Dav could survive, nothing had been like this.
    â€œIt’s dark outside,” she said, lifting her hands to point toward the small round window on an exterior door about ten feet away near the narrowing tail section. “We met at noon. It was probably twelve thirty when everything blew up.” She spoke with calm lucidity, then snickered again. “I’ve never had a date blow up.”
    â€œI strive to be unique,” he answered, matching her humorous tone, though he worried that she still was feeling the effects of the drugs, based on the inappropriate laughter. “I have no idea what they used on us, to drug us. Hopefully it’ll wear off.”
    â€œYeah,” she said, “I really suck at drugs. Even with the dentist.” He heard her gasp, turned toward the sound, but she was just a black shape in the gray void of the space. “Whoa!” she gasped again. “Now I want to cry. That was sudden.” Her silhouette swayed and he wished he could move to brace her. “I feel like I’m on a roller coaster.”
    â€œDeep breaths,” he said, harkening to more of Gates’s advice. “It’ll clear your head and get your blood moving, which will get the poison out of your system faster.”
    As she drew in steady, measured breaths, he tried to calculate the time in his head, forcibly ignoring the image of Declan’s body flying backward through the glass, the vision of Declan bringing down a waiter and panicked patrons, as blood blossomed scarlet on his blue dress shirt.
    Dav vaguely remembered seeing the other members of the team beyond Declan, fighting their way through the narrow spaces between the tables. To block the thoughts, he visualized a map in his mind, tried to calculate, push away the faces of his fallen friends. “I’m guessing it’s at least seven. Maybe later. We’re either somewhere close to the Mississippi, if we took off right away, or over the Yucatán, or the Pacific Ocean. If we went north, we’re well into Canada.” He called off the directions and considered the possibilities of each compass point.
    â€œSomehow, I doubt it’s Canada,” Carrie said, her voice more even now. “I can’t see anyone lofting you off to the Northwest Territories and dumping you there. Snowbound Dav. That would be weird.” Now the giggle was back. She was having another manic reaction to the drugs, swinging from morose to giggly to normal.
    â€œIt would be smart, though,” Dav said, thinking it through, trying to ignore the worry that Carrie might have been really sickened by the drugs, or that she’d been given a higher dose than he for some reason. “Who would suspect it?”
    â€œTerrible, but true,” Carrie said. “It doesn’t feel cold though. The cabin’s not pressurized, so we’re flying low. If we were over Canada it would be cold. It’s only April.”
    â€œTrue. Same goes for the East Coast, probably. We may already be over Texas, or out over the Gulf of Mexico.”
    â€œThey could be planning to dump us in the ocean,” she said, and he heard terror in her voice, the incipient panic.
    â€œNo, I don’t think so,” he said, forcing conviction into his voice. “They want something from me, or I’d be dead already.”
    â€œWhat about me?” Carrie said softly. “What do they want from me?”
    He leaned toward her, trying for comfort, though both of them were obviously thinking the worst. “I don’t know. You may be leverage to get me to do what they want. I hope that’s all it is.”
    â€œIt’s weird,” she said, in another lightning change of mood. “I’m scared, terrified really, but it’s like this is happening to someone else. The drugs are doing that, I guess,” she