CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Remi’s entire body went cold. All she could do was stare at the knife poised inches from her face. She still held the g*n, but her hand was imprisoned by a strong grip. She couldn’t even move her wrist to angle the g*n at him.
“Drop it,” he ordered.
“You’ll never get away. You’ll—”
“Drop it.” His grip tightened, making Remi hiss in pain.
A light shone on them. “What the hell!”
They both turned to see a startled American tourist standing nearby, a real one this time.
They were just as startled as he was.
For a moment the three of them stared at one another, frozen.
The Daniel burst in on the scene, g*n drawn, and elbowed the American tourist out of the way.
“Freeze!” he ordered. “Drop the knife and let her go!”
“We need to know the time!” the killer shouted,
