Chapter NineteenThere were three people standing in the little office when Jenny and Mark finally arrived. Donna stood behind her desk, her face drawn and pale, lips quivering. Beside her, another woman, tall and very slim, her bare arms incredibly defined, the muscles bulging, one hand gripping Donna by the arm, the other holding a long, sinister-looking knife.
Mark immediately stepped forward, but Anthony Cross, the third person there, barred his way, hand thrust out. “I wouldn't, not if you want her to live.”
Jenny pulled at Mark's shoulder and felt the tension seep away from his body.
“What do you want?” she asked.
Before Cross could speak, the woman interrupted, “The pendant.”
Mark gasped. “The pendant…What…Who the hell are you?”
“We want the pendant,” repeated Cross. Something
