Half his body weight is taken by his two feet, firmly on the ground. But dangling where I hold him by the hair, he’s almost horizontal from the knees up. He can’t get up, can’t get down and now, shoving the knife into my belt for speed, I have the Glock in my hand.
My hand looped tight into the ponytail, I jerk his head up, hard enough to make his neck creak. Hard enough to pull him upright now that I have control. The muzzle of my gun pressed to his skull. “You’re coming with me, Juliana, if you don't want to lose the boyfriend.”
Not that I think she gives a s**t about him, but at least his body is shielding mine while I figure how to get to Juliana herself.
Is she armed?
But I don’t see anything except the mobile in her hand.
“I don’t think so.” Her reaction is weird. She stands the
