Page 81 of PSYCHOlogical

“I have.”

“I’ll bring the other.”

“Unarmed, Mister Briggs.”

“Doctor Rhoades will be present during the exchange, and the polygraph,” I said flatly. “No exceptions. Not negotiable. If that’s unacceptable, you can execute her now.”

His lack of response was all the response I needed.

“Text me the address,” I said. “It’ll take me one hour.”

“I’ll give you thirty minutes.”

I had a plan, but it wasn’t a simple one. I needed an hour to get everything I needed. If he wanted the SD card, my request would be denied. If he needed it, giving me the extra thirty minutes would be nothing more than an annoyance.

“Just as well kill her now,” I said dryly. “Because it’ll take me an hour to drive to it, get it, and get back to you.”

A period of silence followed.

“One hour,” he breathed. “Be unarmed and call me at this number when you arrive. I’ll provide further instructions.”