What on earth was Kennedi doing?

Why would she kidnap Rosalynn as well?

Barlow's anger boiled beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.

He redialed Kennedi's number. This time, the call connected.

"What the hell do you want to do, Kennedi?" he barked.

A brief silence lapsed before Kennedi's voice came from the other side.

“Why are you so angry? I'm just curious, Barlow. Between the two, who do you love more?"

She and her damned curiosity.

Barlow closed his eyes, suppressing his anger. He huffed impatiently before answering, "You're wasting your time. You know I don't love anyone other than myself."

"Is that right?" Kennedy taunted.

"So you won't save either of them?"

Her obvious mockery made Barlow's eyebrow twitch.

“Cut the bullshit,

Kennedi. Let them go!"

"Sure. But just one," Kennedi answered.

“Barlow, you're on Middle Street right now, right? It would take you about half an hour to get to either Karina or Rosalynn. I'LL let you decide whom to save. You get to pick who lives, and the other dies. Make your choice."

She knew even his location.

It seemed that this crazy woman was hell-bent on never giving him peace.

Barlow's fingers tightened around his phone.

“Leave them out of your games. They don't have anything to do with this."