Arielle, who was on the cruise, stared at the two threads as she summarized Ronald’s words for Vinson.
Instantly, Vinson looked even tenser. “I don’t know much about him since he’s very secretive… But I remember hearing his voice when those people tried to kill me at sea. He called me a ‘dirty black rat.’ I guess he hates the color black.”
At once, Arielle placed the dagger below the black thread. She put her phone between her shoulder and her cheek. “I’ll cut the black one, then…”
Vinson’s forehead began to perspire heavily. Agitated, he paced back and forth. “Wait! How much time do you have left?”
Arielle glanced at the timer. “Fifteen seconds.”
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