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 happen

Hannah

is my father’s

you

Wilfred challenged,

matter whether you’re

offer you

waste your breath

discovered he’s your

could there possibly

opened wide, his eyes sparkling

family is affluent, and I know you’re

us the best option

Hannah’s sneer was icy.

word has no

suggest you

will never lead the

not for you to

a long drag from his cigar, exhaling

whoosh, his companions raised their weapons, aiming at

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

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