Lisa was staring at a passed-out Mina, whose head was hung so low toward her chest, that she knew it was impacting the woman's breathing. She would have been worried for Mina if she did not hate her so much.
Lisa knew it was the wrong time to worry about petty issues, but she had heard the men speaking about a woman with brown hair. She had missed the detail in the past because Ian had asked her to change her hair color before Mina came around. Lisa had assumed it to be a coincidence, women dye their hair often, but now she was not so sure.
Lisa was still wondering how long Mina had been in the picture when the door opened. The man rushed forward and checked Mina's pulse, sighing when he detected one. He made his way to Lisa and untied her.
"You've been ransomed," he said, and Lisa relaxed. She followed the man without a word.
