ALF SHIFTED HIS WEIGHT and bit back a groan of pain. His shoulder throbbed painfully and his sleeve was wet with blood. He tried to move but his wrists and ankles were bound with duct tape. They’d thrown him to the ground so that his weight rested on the wound, keeping it open and bleeding despite his attempts to shift to his back. He was jammed between the couch and the dresser, unable to move.
There were voices across the small house. Angry voices. Along with the sound of crashing that told him they were looking for something. Alf figured they were looking for whatever they believed the girl had, which meant she hadn’t given it up yet. The fact that they’d come to her home, no doubt expecting to find Hani...alone and unprotected...scared him more than anything. From the little Hani had
