Greyson

According to the correspondence I had with the auction site, Cecilia wouldn’t be given to the highest bidder for forty-eight hours post–closing bid. As I drove my rental car toward South Boston, I reminded myself that I had time to spare.

I’d been hired by Maxwell Tiller. If I handed Cecilia over, I’d get a payday and the promise of more. If I took her to her family, she’d be safe and I’d be a wanted man. No matter my decision, I couldn’t deny the ...