Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 861

Clara trailed after him, worry lacing her voice. "Dylan followed the old man here two days ago, and then-nothing. He's just gone. Not even a call. I'm scared something happened."

Charles gave her shoulder a gentle pat. "He's tougher than you think. Probably just lost his phone or something. Come with me, let's find a place to stay first. Then we'll ask around. And listen, sis, remember what I said: here, people like us are targets. Anyone you meet could be sizing you up for your organs. Trust no one."

"Got it."

Clara had never set foot in this country before. With all the recent chaos, her own government had ordered everyone home and banned tourists from visiting-it was just too dangerous.

She and Charles rode into the city. Even the grimiest towns back home weren't this filthy. Trash was everywhere, and this was supposed to be the capital.

Charles finally tracked down a motel that looked halfway clean. After a quick chat with the front desk clerk, he led Clara through to the back courtyard.

Clara had no idea what they were saying, so she just followed quietly.

The courtyard was a bit cleaner. The clerk said something else to Charles, but his gaze kept lingering on Clara.

eyes turned

get the message and hurried

could guess whatever

sat down on a bench as Charles

thought I was selling you-wanted to make me an offer. Sick bastard. Anyway, I asked him

watching the sky outside grow

split up to ask around. Meet

and

They're too

a place like

on her own, stopping to question people along the way. The men she talked to all looked her up and down, eyes bright with interest. Two of them ever exchanged glances-she could tell they

pretty foreign woman walking alone was

speaking in rough English. He claimed he'd seen Dylan, even