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       “Ok, where is her stuff?”
       “What stuff?” he ask her with his eyebrows drawn.
       “Her purse, phone, license? I mean she did have that on her, didn’t she?” she questions him.
       Finally, having enough I stand and say, “I am right here.” They don’t even acknowledge me.
       “Yeah, she had a purse. I didn’t go through it to see what was all in it, though. It’s in the top drawer of the dresser,” he says.
       I watch as she walks over, pulls out my purse, and dumps its contents on the table. She shuffles things around until she finds my phone. I start walking towards her to take it away when she starts scrolling through it. “Stop that. That’s my phone.”
       Lynkin steps in front of me before I can reach for it and says, “That’s the point. You won’t tell us anything, so we will get what information we can off of your calendar and messages.”
    “This pushes beyond the personal boundaries,” I explain. That phone has my entire life on it.
       “I think that ship sunk when I kidnapped you,” Lynkin says. Agreed, but he won’t get me to talk. My phone will.
       I don’t say or do anything else as they go through all my information. My calendar, which holds all the appearances that my mother schedules out for me. All events I am to attend, appearances I have to make…blah, blah, blah. All the boring aspects of my life.
       “Do you know her fiancé’s name?” the blonde asks.
       “I think it is Ray, Ricky, or something like that,” he replies.
       “Could it be Richard?”
       “Yeah, Dick that was it!” he smiles.
       “You have no right to talk about him like that, you don’t even know him,” I defend.
       “I don’t have to personally know him to know that he does his name justice,” Lynkin says seriously. “Let me guess, since he is daddy’s princess’s future husband he has high rank status in daddy’s company, right?”
       “So what? He earned his rank up in the business,” I justify.
       “Oh, I am sure he did. He probably treats you like nothing more than the business contract you are, and on the nights he isn’t with you he is probably banging every slut he can score with,” he sneers back.
       “Like you have room to talk. You brought your whore in on a kidnapping scheme. If you really cared for her, you wouldn’t have risked her getting caught up in your mess,” I hiss.
       “There you go assuming shit about me that you couldn’t possibly understand. How about you keep your opinions about me and my life to yourself!” he shouts.
       “Sure, right after you!”
       “Freaking hell. Will the both of you shut up?” She walks over and stands beside the two of us, “And you thought I was the one who was going to rip her a new one.”
       It takes a minute for the fog of my anger to lift and for me to notice that I am standing toe to toe with Lynkin. I don’t remember either of us moving during that spat. Lynkin is still staring at me so fiercely that I drop down from the tips of my toes. He doesn’t break eye contact until his chick clears her throat. 
       “I’m sorry. What’d you say, Jennifer?” he asks her as his eyes jump back to me for a millisecond, then back to her.
       Even though I am still having fun calling this Jennifer vulgar and mean names, it’s nice to have a name for the accomplice.
       “I was saying that you were worried about me killing her, but I think you will get to it before I do,” she tells him.
       “Yeah, well…she shouldn’t act like such a priss.” He looks back at me with disgust and then walks outside.
       The mirror on the wall and the windows rattle with the force of the door shutting, causing me to flinch. “I don’t think I have ever seen anyone push his buttons as hard as you do.”
       Ugh, why didn’t she go out with him? “Like I care. Kidnapped. Hello?” I say, signaling up and down to myself.
       “A desperate man