Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 677

Walter was right—Tara reached out to Flynn almost immediately.

Flynn’s people never failed. Even so, when he got word that Clara was still alive, he was genuinely taken aback. He called in the man who’d handled the job that night.

“Clara’s alive. Care to explain?”

The guy in charge dropped to his knees, looking completely baffled. “We gave her the injection and buried her alive. She shouldn’t have made it out.”

Flynn let out a slow breath, sounding almost relieved. “You’re positive she got the shot?”

“Absolutely. No doubt.”

Turning back to the phone, Flynn tried to reassure Tara. “Even if they found her, she’ll be a vegetable. That kind of person’s easy enough to deal with, right?”

Tara’s heart was thudding in her chest. She needed to be sure, so she kept asking.

“Uncle, what if she didn’t... you know, lose her mind?”

The kneeling man jumped in, “Impossible. The women at the rehab center—”

He caught himself, realizing he’d said too much, and quickly added, “No one has ever survived the drug. Sir, you know it’s banned for a reason.”

Flynn tapped his thumb on the table, voice calm. “If you’re that worried, Tara, go check on her yourself. Then you’ll know.”

Tara finally felt a little better, a smile tugging at her lips. If Clara really was brain-dead, she’d be a breeze to deal with.

“Thanks, Uncle. Please keep an eye out. If there’s another opportunity, we need to finish this.”

“This was my mistake, Tara. Next time, there won’t be any loose ends.”

Buried alive and still breathing. Some people just wouldn’t die.

Not long after hanging up, Tara grabbed a gift box and headed over to Palm Bay. But she barely made it to the gate before the guard stopped her.

“Ms. Warren, Mr. Morgan’s resting. He isn’t seeing visitors right now.”

Tara’s face fell for a split second, but she quickly pulled herself together.

“Dylan was in a coma. I never got to visit. I brought him some pastries from a top chef—thought they might cheer him up. They’re still warm. Could you give them to him? Is he feeling better? I’ve tried calling, but he never answers.”

The guard looked at her, feeling a little sorry, but he remembered his orders. His tone stayed firm. “I’m sorry, Ms. Warren. Mr. Morgan isn’t seeing anyone, and he’s not accepting gifts either. Maybe try another day?”

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