The Devil You Know
Chapter 11: Immune Response
“Cellular service in the Amazon is spotty at best,” Tim states, feeling somewhat removed from the conversation. “And even if you could get a hold of her, she wouldn’t pay. You won’t reach my father, either. He never picks up numbers he doesn’t know, and you already smashed my phone. You’ll get the secretary, but she’ll tell you that Drake Industries has a strict no-ransom policy.”
The second voice protests, “No, that’s – I mean, you’re their kid.”
A hysterical giggle tries to sneak out of his mouth, but he bites his lip harder, swallows it down and replies, “And you’re about to find out how little that’s worth.”
“The fuck?” one of them mutters.

















