“Now, Garry, stop squirming. That's only a detonator, not the explosive, so if you keep still, it won't go off …in theory,” Steel mumbled.
He froze in the chair. He didn't know which was worse: being held by armed men and strapped to a bomb or being rescued by a lunatic.
Steel felt his cell vibrate in his pocket and he took it out, and looked at the caller ID; it was McCall.
“Steel, where are you? I just got a tip from an informant. He’s waiting at an abandoned building. I'll send you the address!”
Steel's face stiffened as he realised it was a set-up for both of them. “McCall, how far out are you?” he asked, drawing out the words as though hoping for a good answer. McCall looked at her phone, confused at the question before she started having that unsettling feeling she had when she k
