146. Help Me

River’s expression hardened, his earlier softness evaporating. “Do not use that tone with me, young lady. This is for your own good.” “My own good?” Tiffany scoffed, her hands trembling with rage. “You kidnapped my boyfriend! How is that for my own good?” River remained unmoved. “You’ll understand in time. Now, if you’ll excuse me-” “No!” Tiffany shouted, blocking his path. “I’m not letting this go. Tell me where he is!” River’s eyes narrowed. “Enough, Tiffany. This discussion is over.” As River brushed past her, Tiffany felt helpless. She watched him leave, her mind racing. There had to be another way. With shaking hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number. “Uncle Antonio?” she said, her voice wavering. “I need your help.” “Tiffany?” Antonio’s gruff voice came through the line. “What’s wrong, kid?” “I need to know,” Tiffany took a deep breath, steeling herself. “Where does Dad usually keep his hostages?” There was a long pause. “Why do you want to know something lik