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Sara
“Found this one,” a fourth man says, dragging in a struggling, nightgown-clad Rosa. He also has his hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her panicked cries. “Looks like we got lucky. The rest of the house is empty. No sign of Esguerra, Kent, or Sokolov.” Like his three comrades, he’s heavily armed, with an assault rifle slung over his shoulder and two handguns tucked into his belt.
Whoever these men are, they mean business, and we’re completely on our own, I realize with a surge of terror. The guards are nowhere near the house, and with Peter and the others away, nobody’s coming to our aid.
The man bending over Lizzie’s crib straightens, with the still-sleeping baby clasped in front of him. “No blonde?” he says with obvious disappointment.
“Nope, sorry,” Rosa’s captor says an
