CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
It took Cory a couple of minutes to regain consciousness. The pain at the side of his arm was intense, his blood-soaked sleeve signalling the site of the gunshot wound. His head felt heavy and his stomach was sore from the kicking he'd endured.
Fragment by fragment, Cory's mind focused on the situation. He could still move his hand; it hurt like hell, but it wasn't going to take him down. Dean Tarrant was still flat out on the ground, possibly dead. And Bianca was still blindfolded and tied to the tree.
Cory opened his eyes and lifted his head. Harry Shannon had taken Poppy and they were running through the woods, making for Dean’s car. He didn't know how long he'd been out. A few seconds? Minutes? It could be half an hour as far as he knew. No, the fire hadn’t gone d
