“Been working on that. Don’t suppose you’d lend a hand, would you?”
They both stepped toward him, and one gave him a hard nudge with the toe of his boot. “No one’s going to help you here. If you think you’re helpless now, what about with two broken legs?”
Campbell chuckled as he used his hands to push himself up to a standing position. “Now wouldn’t that defeat your whole purpose to get me on said legs?”
The minute he was between the two of them, shoulder-to-shoulder, they cuffed his hands and shoved him toward the door. By the way his wrists burned like fire, the cuffs were made of pure silver.
With sucked air between his front teeth, Campbell shook his head, “I think I forgot to
R.S.V.P. for this party. Hope I don’t get accused of being crass.” For that smart remark, he got a knock
