Chapter Twenty-five

Greyson

My circulation sped up as my hands balled to fists. “Did they?”

“They didn’t rape me. They threatened to and threatened other things as well.” Cecilia looked up. “You saw the video. I think how they exposed me could pass for sexual assault in a court of law.”

She was right, it could; however, it wouldn’t need to. “Those fuckers aren’t seeing a court of law. They were tried and executed.”

Her grin caught me off guard, easing a bit of my anger.

“Does any of the information I gave you help?” she asked.

“It does.” I pulled my laptop closer and entered the seventeen-character password. The screen came to life as the auxiliary boxes flashed. “See this,” I said, turning the screen toward Cecilia.

“I don’t know where that is.”

“It’s a satellite image of where you were when I found you. I made contact with the kidnappers when I bid on you.”

Her expression remained stoic, her lips together in a straight line as she waited.