“Where are we going?” I asked Jane, gripping the door handle as she sped along the dark road. The engine of her car roared as she pushed it to its limits.

“Whoa, slow down!” I shouted as the car zipped down the winding path, “Where are we going?”

“Diamond mine,” she replied, her eyes remaining focused on the road ahead.

“Why do you think she’s being kept there?” I asked, trying to steady myself.

“Two weeks ago, I saw Mason find her. ...