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.”

chuckled when Hannah

“Relax, take a seat.

Let anything

thanks,” Hannah

my father’s

you out

Wilfred challenged,

doesn’t really matter whether you’re with Wallace or

offer you

your breath on family

only discovered he’s your

there possibly be

arms opened wide, his eyes sparkling

affluent, and I know you’re

us the

Hannah’s sneer was icy.

has no place

you back

will never lead the

not for you

took a long drag from his cigar, exhaling

his companions raised their weapons, aiming

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

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