Chapter 50

She carried the food to the bed, but wasn’t hungry. She had hoped that Martha had thoughtlessly—or maybe slyly—included a knife with her meal, but she didn’t have such luck. In fact, it seemed that nothing on the tray could be employed as a weapon. She realized that for the first time, she was truly without options. No weapons to defend herself, no friends to rely on, no clue about what was happening.

“Hey! You’ve got a visitor!” Brody announced while Eliza was still picking at her food.

Excited, she jumped to her feet, hoping to see Ford. She couldn’t keep the disappointment and disgust from her face when Reid stepped through the door instead. “Well, look at what we’ve got here.”

Eliza crossed her arms. “What do you want?”

“Just come by for a little chat. I couldn’t leave a fine young lady like yourself here all alone, without visitors, now could I?”