Thirty-Eight
Hannah watched as the man Locke had called Marcus sprayed a fine mist into Jackson’s face. She and the others had stopped running when they realised none of the freaks were giving chase.
‘Release Justice, now, and step back two paces,’ said Marcus.
Hannah’s breath caught when Jackson obeyed.
‘Lift your left foot off the ground and wiggle it around in a circle.’ Marcus gave a cruel smile when Jackson did as ordered, then got him to face Justice.
‘Kill her.’
Jackson bounded forward and placed his big hands around Justice’s slender neck, straining with all his might to carry out his task.
‘That’s enough. Let her go.’
Jackson released Justice and even from a distance Hannah could read the devastation in her friend’s eyes as she stared at her former bodyguard.
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