Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Are we being kidnapped?” asked Finney, who was eight years old and a little taller than her nine-year-old brother.
Smart ass kids
“Here’s what you don’t get. The last thing my father would ever do is pay a ransom for me.”
Ooop
Boo had opened the glove box and was reaching inside. Dowd smirked. “Wondering who we ripped off?” “No,” she replied. “I know exactly who this car belongs to.” And with that, she removed a Smith and Wesson CSX micro-compact nine-millimeter pistol from the glove box and emptied it into Dowd’s chest. The shots rocked the car and filled the interior with the bitter scent of cordite.
Omggg 😭😭😭
“How did you catch us, anyway? Did you realize Jeff was the mole?” “That was part of it.” “What was the other part?” “I had a mole of my own,” Nicky Gordon said.
