Chapter Seventy Two
As she barged through the double glass door of the North Las Vegas Police Station, one could almost see the smoke foot prints lifting from her hard steps.
Without hesitating and now on another violent mission, she did not notice as two young, very muscled and tall men, both wearing black leather jackets sidled in on her, pinning her in the middle.
Before she could yelp, they gripped her elbows, levitated her off the ground and walked to the curb, where a black, stretch limousine was idling next to the curb.
Aiming her at the open back door, they violently through into the back of the limo, closed the door and as powerful sentries, both men folded their arms, and stood pressed against the limo, edgy and alert eyes prowling up and down the parking lot.
On her knees,
