MABEL’S POV
I pushed the window open wider and stepped back just as Zach climbed inside.
“I think I killed someone,” I whispered.
Zach’s gaze shifted past me to the hefty security guard lying near the door. Without a word he crossed the room, crouched beside the man, and pressed two fingers to his neck. I had been too terrified to touch him myself.
“Is he dead?” I asked, my voice thin.
Zach looked up at me. “He’s just passed out. We need to tie him up so he doesn’t alert the others when he wakes.”
He dragged the unconscious man farther from the door and bound his wrists and ankles with the thin black cord he pulled from his pocket. Once the knots were secure, he nodded toward the body.
“Check that he’s still breathing.”
I hesitated. My stomach twisted at the thought of getting clo
