Chapter SeventeenGunfire sounded from somewhere close by, glass smashing to fragments under a hail of bullets. Had Lanier forced the others out to where they would be seen? This wasn't a standoff. It was murder.
Samantha pulled at the ropes that bound her. This only tightened them, cutting through her skin. Warm fluid oozed down her fingers.
“You thought this might happen,” Io said.
“Not exactly. I knew by phoning mom ARC would be able to track us. Rockwell knew we were coming to Port Moresby and had people in place. But, how did he know? She said we could trust the driver, Genesis Koto. Did she know anything about the pilot? Does she know what condition Charlotte is in? What if this is all a set up, too?”
“A set up for what?” When the gunfire became intermittent, she could hear Io str
