"Sweetheart, open your eyes for Mama. Don't go back to sleep," Evelyn whispered frantically, pulling the toddler's small torso against her chest. Those monsters had clearly injected a heavy sedative into a three-year-old child just to facilitate the transport!
Who could possess a malice this black? Erica Jones? She was undoubtedly the primary suspect given her explosive rage in the executive office two days prior.
But Evelyn's mind quickly analyzed the kidnapper's explicit statement: "We won't lay a finger on you." If Erica Jones had orchestrated this out of raw, vengeful jealousy, she would have undoubtedly ordered her field operators to permanently disfigure or brutalize her face. Why would she ensure they were kept safe and properly fed?
