CLOVIS STOOD AT THE window, watching for any movement into or out of the room next door. It had been a stroke of luck the room next to the kidnappers’ was available. Since they’d settled into the musty-smelling room, another car had arrived and parked next to the van. A fat guy with sparse, black hair and bulging brown eyes had climbed out and gone into the kidnapper’s room. He was apparently a replacement for spiky-headed, scary-eyed guy.
Clovis had not been happy to see the frog-faced thug. If he only had one guy to worry about it wouldn’t be a problem. But two of them might prove a challenge.
Maybe Emma could hit one of them over the head with something. She seemed to excel at that. He glanced her way. She was sitting on one of the two double beds, her long legs stretched out and cros
