Chapter SeventeenClare twisted, attempting to get around Terrick and out of the van. If the report was taken she was screwed, Harley off the hook and the janitor free to kill again.
One of the masked men grabbed at her leg, causing her to bash her shoulder as she crashed to the floor. Pain blossomed and she cried out.
“What in the hell are you doing, lady?” The voice was surprisingly youthful. “We're trying to save your life here.”
“My bag,” she gasped. “We need to get it. All is lost otherwise.”
This caused a moment's contention among their captors, or rescuers. Clare had a hard time working out which. She took a gamble. “Logan. We're here about Logan.” As an afterthought she threw out, “and Viruñas.”
That did it. Three of the masked men turned to look at her in alarm. One had famili
