CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
“Put down the gun,” the trafficker said in Slovakian, “or I kill this girl.”
Reid dropped the Uzi as if it were on fire. “Okay,” he said quickly. “Just let her go. It’s me you want, right?” He doesn’t know who she is. He doesn’t know she’s why I’ve come, he thought desperately.
“On your knees,” the Slovak demanded.
Reid held up one hand, palm out. Don’t hurt her. Please don’t hurt her. “First, let the girl go. Then I’ll do whatever you ask.”
The trafficker’s grip tightened around Maya’s neck. Reid gasped as she let out a weak choking sound.
“Please…” he implored as he lowered himself to one knee. The Uzi was within arm’s reach. But it might as well have been a mile away for all the good it would do him.
Maya’s eyelids fluttered slightly. Her lips parted and she
