Bianca sat on the bench next to the woman she had now discovered was Julien's mother.
"Why are you with my daughter's phone?" She asked calmly.
"Because I needed to lure you here, to have a conversation with you."
"You know if you're expecting an apology, I won't be giving you one. Where is my daughter?"
"Alive for now. Although she's with an unstable man who is really desperate, so anything can change at any time. If I were you, I'd be extra nice to me."
Bianca chortled. "Nice to someone who raised a son of a bitch? I don't think so." She shook her head, condescendingly dismissive.
"Clever. Very clever. But any more clever, and you would have to deal with the corpse of your daughter."
