CHAPTER FOUR
My head swam as I stared at the man who knocked me down.
Where the hell did this guy come from? There was no one in the skywalk a few moments ago. No one.
Rowena screamed.
Two men in suits were suddenly around her, and they grabbed her by both arms. She struggled against them, but they forced her down to the floor.
Someone cracked a roll of duct tape. In seconds, Rowena’s mouth was covered.
“We’ve got them, Boss,” one of the men said. But he wasn't talking to anyone. He might as well have been talking to the wall.
A man appeared, kneeling on the carpet. He wore a black suit, but unlike the others, he had a brown mustache and beard, and he was more muscular. Probably in his thirties. He had a boyish charm despite his menacing air, and his brown hair was pomaded into a wa
