Charlie’s hand shot out to switch off the flashlight as they neared the end.

He dropped his voice to a whisper strained with tension.

“Movement ahead.

Silence now!”

They pressed their backs against the cold, wet wall of the tunnel as a pair of voices approached, illuminated intermittently by a wandering beam of Light.

“The colleagues upstairs get holidays, yet here we are, stuck on guard,” grumbled one guard to another.

“It’s all because our boss got nabbed by the cops.

Without her, we’re stuck pulling these endless shifts.

“Still no word on the boss? It’s been two days.

Is there anything wrong?”

“Pfft! She’s a Chadwich.

She’s got the Compton family in her corner.

Who’d dare touch her?”

of

both the Juarez

scanned the area with their flashlights, oblivious to those lurking in

the heavy hitters have been

us being down

“Quit your bellyaching.

is back, we’re golden,” the

closing in, Hannah gave Charlie’s shoulder a

a hushed, barely

They swapped places smoothly.

from the

flashlight slipped pocket, fingers wrapping around the cool

practiced flick, she sent it spinning through the

dagger struck with

the ground interrupted the conversation outside-not a

A pause.

of the flashlight faltered, its jittery dance across the tunnel walls ceasing as the

“Did you hear that?”

tensed,

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