CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE

VENITA:

"Was anybody hurt?” I asked, wincing in pain as I tried to sit up.

“We’ll worry about that later," Landon said. “And, for now, we’re going to let the fire chief and the police think it was a gas explosion.”

I frowned. "Why can't e just let them know that someone tried to kill you but I just happened to be there at that time?"

"Someone was out to kill me?" Landon repeated.

"Yes," I answered.

"That's the more reason we will keep the news under the radar. I have a lot that I'm handling already. Making it known that I was a target of assassination is likely to bring more attention to me."

"Okay," I understood. Whatever he was dealing with must be serious for him to be tense. Obviously, it wasn't because I nearly died and he was surprisingly apologizing for that. “I…I couldn’t sleep…considering where you put me,” I sighed, trying to be as detailed as possible yet, careful.

I told them the rest of the story starting with my abduction in Madrid when I left the store out of anger aft