Chapter Six
As Blake watched her open the door, she glanced over her shoulder and offered him another brief smile. After the door closed, he listened to hear her footsteps ascend the stairs, and another door close on the upper floor before he jumped to action.
Going straight for the men on the floor, he pulled his phone from his jacket and used speed dial at the same time he searched the pockets of the perpetrators.
“Keane,” came the voice on the other end of the phone when it connected.
“Get your butt down here,” Blake said. “Ashton’s just got held up.”
“You’re kidding,” Jason said. “Why are you whispering?”
“Because Mol wants me to let the idiots go.” Blake tutted, as he took the wallets from the pockets he was searching. “Amateurs,” he said to the groaning bodies on the floor.
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