nock; it was a battering ram. The entire a

ng around the box cutter under her pillow. Her h

room, high-pitched and sickeningly

of stale cigarette smoke and cheap cologne seepe

growled. It sounded li

e's hiding. She says sh

vy boot kicked the wood right next to the lock. The cheap p

leather jacket that strained against his shoulders and a thick go

red, stepping into the room.

gainst the cold wall. She held the box cutter up, her thu

ice trembling but loud. Thi

de like it was a toothpick. You g

grabbing Dylan's wrist before she could slash. H

utter falling from her num

ckhand

de, her cheekbone colliding with the wall. Stars explod

grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked

es from hers. You don't have cash? Fine. You can work it off at t

sed. She looked nervous now, biting her

Tara! J

lan's hair to u

ncussion. She kicked out, her heel connecting wit

e bed and scrambled

here! J

the door, turning the lock just as Jax's body slamm

ked around. No window. No exit. Just a toile

nother blow. Open up, bitc

til her fingers brushed cold metal. Her backup phone. It was

on. The batt

the message failed. No signal in the bathroom

door hin

the phone. She opened Twitter. It was the only

number. She didn't have

y, her thumbs slip

4B. Hostage situation. Your competitor, Vang

loading circle spu

e whispere

le stopp

anhattan, a projector displayed quarterly earnings. Gar

rter never interrupted meetings. He walked stra

lagged this, sir. High prio

tweet. He saw the address. He

stress. This was a potential information leak. A liability he was monitoring was about to become a public spec

journed, G

rger- a board m

ed him. He lo

five minutes. This is an asset containment issue. No sirens, no police. Han