章 71: Whispering hostage

Trace glanced towards the window that showed the whispering girl. Her lips moved continuously, and Sander's face was somber as he looked at her. As they watched, a figure came and set food down on the floor next to her. 

"Poor madwoman, always whispering," The familiar voice mocked. "Our mutual friend bade me deliver a message to you: tell your brother to cooperate more enthusiastically. But enough whispering now. Take a break to eat before you drive us all mad as well."

Conlan sneered at her and left the quivering woman behind. She must have obeyed, because the vision disappeared.

"Why haven't you saved her?" Trace turned to Sanders, fearing the answer.

"I am prevented from doing so," Sanders looked him in the eye.

"Who is he?" Trace demanded. "Tell me, and I will take him out. Tell me where she is and I will save her, and set us both free from his grasp."