It was an easy icebreaker question. He shouldn’t be worried about answering it. She had no reason to use any of this against him.
“There are seven of us.”
“Where is everyone?”
“Ah, it’s my turn.”
Damn, he had her there. “Alright, what’s your question?”
“Why were you at the club?”
Hadn’t they already covered this? If he wanted to waste his question she wasn’t going to point it out to him. “I was being held there.” See, she could do short answers like him.
Drew’s eyebrows furrowed seeing he wasn’t going to get easy answers from her. If he wanted better answers he needed to ask a different question.
“Back to my question.”
“Out,” His tone brisk. It seemed both of them were going to play this game. “What did I do to make you mistrust me?”
Shay paused, her hand hovering over his wound. Did she tell him the truth or continue playing dumb? She’d already decided to trust him. Knowing this wouldn’t hurt. “You’re wristband.”
He looked down at his wrist. The wristband was gone now but he looked at it like it was still there. “What about it?”
“I overhead men talking that those that were part of the auction would be wearing black wristbands. I thought…” Herwords trailed off embarrassed that she’d thought him a potential buyer. She should have trusted her initial instincts. She’d just been so scared, she didn’t know who to trust.
Drew’s gaze softened. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I’ve never been to that club before. I thought you needed a wristband to get upstairs. Not that it was for that.”
“I’d never heard of it either until I was brought there a few days ago.” She’d lived a pretty sheltered life. Even livingin Las Vegas all her life she’d never really explored the famous strip. She’d never gambled. She’d never been allowed to do anything besides dress up and sing her father’s praises.
“Where were you before the club?”
“A warehouse. I couldn’t tell you where. I was blindfolded when I was brought in and thrown in a cage.”
Shat noted Drew’s hand down by his side clenched in a fist. He was upset on her behalf. “If I was someone to keep score, and I am, you owe me three questions.” Drew didn’t say anything. He stood there. Waiting. “Why were you at the club?”
His adam’s apple bobbed. “We—I was looking for something.”
We he’d originally said, as in his team. Something and not someone. So their meeting had been serendipities.
“Did you find it?”
“No,”
She wondered if it was because of the fire she’d caused. She didn’t want to waste her question on that though. Right now there was a burning question on the tip of her tongue. The most important question. “So what happens now?”
Chapter 12
That was a good question. One he didn’t have a ready response for. Impulse wanted him to demand answers from her about her time in captivity. The people she saw. The people that held her. Were there others.
He still didn’t know how much Shay knew about her kidnappers. Did she even know she’d almost been sold to human traffickers?
She was bright and intelligent. She was good at pretending but he’d seen the club. She’d been held there for days. Shay most likely witnessed or overheard something. She had vital information to help end the corruption.
“I would like your help in stopping the people who took you from it happening to others.” He wasn’t used to asking but Shay was the type of woman that didn’t take well to orders.
As antsy as he was for answers she was just starting to see him as the help and not another kidnapper. He had to step carefully with her.
“You mean sold to human traffickers.”
