Surrender In Silk
"You can't leave him there," Jamie Sanders said, then shoved her hands into her jeans pockets so no one would see that she was shaking. She wasn't sure if it was caused by rage or fear.
Probably a little of both. "Zach Jones is dead," Winston Danville III stated calmly. "You don't know that. According to the men who got away, he wasn't in the second helicopter when it exploded."
Winston leaned back in his leather chair and stared at her. Jamie had always thought his combination of pale blue eyes and white blond hair made him look like a Hollywood casting director's idea of the perfect villain — cool, confident, in control. Winston's reputation did nothing to dispute that image.
"Three weeks, Jamie," Winston said softly. "Three weeks in one of their prisons, being tortured several times a day. If Zach Jones wasn't dead, he is now."
Her stomach rolled at the thought. She desperately needed him to be alive, but the thought of him having to endure that kind of suffering was more than she could bear. The word torture wasn't just a casual phrase to her. She was intimately familiar with the inhumanity of deliberately infli ... read full excerpt from: Surrender in Silk ebook
