CHAPTER FORTY-ONEJessica
I made a break for the front door, expecting to see the
crazy-eyed man or one of his cohorts, but apparently they’d left me in
Cynthia’s and Lucius’ capable hands. This seemed almost too easy.
As I reached for the doorknob, a large pair of men’s hands
grabbed my arms from behind. I kicked and thrashed until I got an arm free and
went for his eyes. But he caught my hand and pulled me close until I couldn’t
move at all.
I remembered the listening device and screamed.
The man’s grip didn’t loosen. “Jesus, lady. You trying to make
me deaf?”
I stood there, stupidly, waiting for the rescue team.
Someone knocked at the door. We eyed each other. Who’d be
knocking? Jehovah’s Witnesses?
My captor moved around me, careful to keep a tight grip with
one arm aroun
