It opened and Gary ducked inside, Brady put me down on the stairs and shoved me forward as I struggled to keep my balance before I managed to secure my footing and head upstairs and into the room.
I blinked, disorientated by the darkness, even as a pair of arms grabbed me and shoved me onto a chair, my arms moved to be placed over the back of the chair while I winced.
"You are lovelier in person than in your photos Mrs Oakes," said a voice.
Mrs Oakes. Not Grant. They didn't know my secret identity. That was a relief although that might not help me here. I let out a slow whoosh and looked in the direction of the voice that had spoken. Another man was there, seated casually behind a large desk, his bulky frame clad in an expensive Armani business suit, a gold Rolex watch glinting on his
