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“We’re going to kill you slowly,” Luca said.

This wasn’t a good idea, because it was extremely likely that Luca would follow through on his threat. But this was the only thing she could think of to keep them busy. “You’ll have to catch me first,” she said, walking steadily into the dark.

Chapter Twelve

Evan adjusted his holdon Brian’s arm as he half propelled the younger man up the escalator. They were in the middle of a pack of Chinese tourists, who weren’t tourists at all. One little old lady was helping Brian into a purple rain jacket. He also wore a floppy hat on his head.

He looked ridiculous, but then ridiculous seemed to be their dress-code.

Another lady sidled up to Evan and threw a scarf around his neck in some attempt to hide his urban camo uniform and ballistic vest with way too many weapons tucked into it.

Yup, ridiculous.

Below them, on the escalator, a rush of people started running up, chased by gunfire and screams.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Brian said.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Evan asked. “Agent obvious.”

“Do you think Anna is okay?” Brian asked, his voice sounding small and scared. “She bled so much the last time she was shot. So much. Can we go back? She saved my life. I want to help her.”

One of the ladies standing next to Brian turned to stare at him. “And you are not afraid of her?” she asked in perfect English.

Brian blinked at her. “She didn’t hurt me. She protected me.”

“She lost blood?”

He nodded so hard whiplash might be a concern. “They shot her in the head.”

They reached the top of the escalator and followed the rest of the mob of civilians to the nearest exit.

“Brian,” Evan said, on a growl, trying to warn the younger man with his tone, to shut up.

“She didn’t drink your blood when she woke?” the lady asked.

“No.”

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