69: Olivia's mom

"So, what's the plan, Linda?" Vladimir asked, his gaze fixed on her as he leaned against the wall. Linda rose from her seat, her fingers running through her hair in frustration. "Anything. We need to do something." "Anything? Like what?" Vladimir inquired. "Anything to save Olivia. She's been with those men for two days now, and all we're doing is talking. We need a solid plan," Linda replied urgently. "What do you suggest?" Vladimir pressed. "I can't bear to lose Olivia. She's the only friend I have left," Linda confessed, a hint of fear creeping into her voice as she nervously bit her bottom lip. She turned her head to Vladimir. "I should probably go to Angelo. I will talk to him. He could understand–" But Vladimir swiftly closed the distance between them, his expression grave. "You know how dangerous that man is. You can't risk your life by going to meet him. He's been after you for so long." "What if we both go there ourselves and work together—" Linda began