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His fist catches my jaw.
I answer with an elbow to his face.
Bone breaks.
He collapses.
Will secures his hands.
“Clear.”
Kane appears around the front of the truck.
Blood covers one sleeve.
“You hit?”
“Not mine.”
Holt and Trent secure the men from the pickup.
Arthur reaches the rear doors.
A heavy padlock holds them closed.
He shoots it once.
The lock breaks.
“Wait,” I order.
Everyone stops.
The girls inside have heard gunfire.
They don’t know who we are.
They may believe Navarro sent us.
“Sage,” I say.
“I’m here.”
“We have the truck.”
“Are the girls inside?”
“We’re opening it now.”
“Let me talk to them.”
I remove my receiver and connect it to the external speaker.
Arthur opens one rear door.
Darkness fills the refrigerated compartment.
A girl screams.
