FREED by Ned Lips Page 2: We were about to disembark the airplane in Las Vegas. The other passengers were all standing in the aisle, anxious to leave, here to undoubtedly spend money and have a great time. I’d been

Her old friend from the D.C. police. What could he want? She pushed the button, flipped back her hair and put the phone to her ear. “Hello?” Before she could say anything more, her friend’s panicked but hushed voice broke