Watching her eyes dart from one couple to the next, Mr. Richmore spoke to Megan with his smooth southern accent.
“Now don’t you worry, my dear. You’ve simply been out-foxed by the best. Your friend will be fine. Just a little tranquilizer hit to her leg to take her and her hubby out of action while the rest of us sort out a few items. Now don’t try to cause a scene. There are more factors in play than you realize, and I really don’t want to see a beautiful woman like yourself get hurt tonight. We’re going to slip through here and take a little walk. We’ll be meeting up with a few of your friends, so let’s just behave and get this over with.”
With a tight grip on her arm, Richmore led Megan away from the dance floor, past the band who was now playing a slow romantic song, and towards one
