Otto was just a kid, so they didn't dare use too much sedative on him. It wasn't long before he woke up.
Alex Elliott had been worried that Otto might start crying when he came to, but the little guy was surprisingly calm. His big, round eyes scanned the room before settling on Alex.
Alex could sense Otto's fear, but the boy kept his mouth shut, not uttering a single word.
"Otto, just stay quiet. Someone will definitely come to rescue us," Alex whispered in Otto's ear. The little guy's eyes were a bit red, but he nodded stubbornly. "I know. I won't cry. I'll wait for Daddy and Mommy to save us."
The watch on Alex's wrist hadn't been taken by their captors. He glanced at the time. It was already past 6 PM, eight hours since they had been kidnapped.
Crystal Foster and Martin Riley must have known by now, but Daisy Sanchez would surely make some outrageous demands.
