A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 243

“How did you know—?”

The tattooed man couldn’t help but blurt out the question, shock written all over his face. But he cut himself off halfway, silenced by a sharp, warning glare from Scarred Man.

Scarred Man was just as surprised. While ordering his crew to tie Hickey to another chair, he studied Elissa more closely.

She was just a small-town doctor, yet she’d kept her wits and managed to negotiate with a gang of kidnappers like them—calmer than most silver-spoon heiresses from old money families.

Scarred Man eyed her with suspicion. “Who the hell are you, really?”

Elissa’s voice was steady. “Didn’t you just call Frank from the car?”

He narrowed his eyes. “And what’s your point?”

He couldn’t read her at all. Their employer had said this woman was one of Frank’s flings, someone the Atwater estate had grown tired of. The job was simple: get rid of her. If anything went wrong, the Atwaters would shield them. Frank couldn’t touch them.

But Elissa seemed to sense the setup. A faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips. “She wants you dead, and you’re still doing her dirty work.”

Scarred Man frowned, suddenly uneasy. “What’s so funny? What are you getting at?”

“You took this job without even checking my background?”

Lowering her gaze to conceal her nerves, Elissa bluffed, “My name is Elissa. I’m the adopted daughter of the Murphy family. Ever heard of Rowan Murphy? He’s my brother. You think you can’t afford to cross the Atwaters, but you’re fine picking a fight with the Murphys?”

Their stunned expressions only bolstered her confidence. She added calmly, “Oh, and by the way—Frank’s wife is also—”

Before Elissa could finish, the warehouse doors burst open.

Marcia stormed in first. “Let go of my son!” she shouted, her glare full of warning as she shot Scarred Man a murderous look—don’t even think about trying anything.

She’d caught snippets of Elissa’s earlier conversation with the kidnappers as she approached the door. This girl was craftier than she looked.

Kidnapped and still full of tricks!

If she’d shown up even a minute later, these fools might’ve really let this little witch go.

Elissa’s gaze shifted past Marcia, focusing on Frank as he stepped in behind her.

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