The van drove through the city, tires splashing through early morning puddles.
Lily sat on the bare metal floor of the car. Her wrists were tied behind her back and her were ankles bound with duct tape. Two of Drago’s men sat opposite her, one scrolling on his phone while the other dozing against the wall.
She had stopped crying twenty minutes ago.
Crying wasted energy. Energy she needed now.
The driver swore at traffic, braked hard at a red light near the riverfront.
The van rocked. The sleeping guard’s head knocked against the partition but he didn’t stir.
Lily’s eyes flicked to the rear door latch.
She had watched them load crates earlier. one of the latches was cracked and held by a single screw.
When the van had idled outside the warehouse, she had worked her thumb a
