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 Hannah remained

“Relax, take a seat.

won’t Let anything

Hannah

is my father’s

you

respect?” Wilfred

matter whether you’re with Wallace or

offer

waste your breath on

he’s your father

depth could there possibly be to

opened wide, his eyes sparkling

is affluent, and I

us the best option

Hannah’s sneer was icy.

has no place

suggest you

never lead the

for you

a long drag from his cigar, exhaling a

companions raised their weapons,

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

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