Leading them inside, Hannah found herself and her companions facing seven or eight guns.

Wilfred, cigar in mouth, sat back in the study chair, applauding slowly.

“Miss Moore, you’re quite the fighter.

It’s a shame you don’t work for me.”

He was watching a video on his iPad of Hannah’s earlier confrontation.

“Put down your gun, and let’s talk.”

Surveying the room calmly, Hannah responded, “With all these guns pointed at me, do you think I’d just surrender mine?”

..

Library

Wilfred signaled his men to lower their weapons.

“I was sure you’d return.

The hospital is no place for the kind of discussions we need to have.

Now that you’re here, we can negotiate terms.”

when

“Relax, take a seat.

Let anything happen

Hannah

is my father’s

you out

your respect?” Wilfred challenged, lighting a

doesn’t really matter whether

offer you

your breath

only discovered he’s

depth could there possibly be to

wide, his

Compton family is affluent, and I know you’re

us the best option

Hannah’s sneer was icy.

word has no place between

you

will never lead the

for you to decide!”

his cigar, exhaling a dense cloud of

a whoosh, his companions raised

valuable to me, but if they aren’t with me, I remove

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