THE TRAP
The lights were blinding. Industrial flood lamps positioned very well to create a kill box.
We couldn’t see beyond them. Couldn’t see Vincent. Couldn’t see if there were gunmen positioned. Couldn’t see anything.
“Dante, don’t move!” Lucia’s voice was desperate. “There are pressure plates. Explosives wired throughout the pier. One wrong step and..”
“And boom.” Vincent’s voice came from the speakers. Amused. “I’ve had six hours to prepare. To turn this lovely historic pier into a death trap. To ensure that regardless of what happens tonight someone dies. The only question is who.”
“Let my mother go,” Dante said. Voice controlled despite the fear I heard underneath. “She’s not part of this. She’s..”
“Innocent? Yes. I know. That’s what makes this delicious. The innocent sufferin
