Diabolical

‘Ferguson!’ I screamed. ‘What the hell do you want from me?’ Claire was barely breathing. Her face had grown from sheet white to almost transparent. She needed medical attention. I couldn’t afford to waste any more time with the bad guys, but I was outnumbered and trapped. Leon Ferguson smirked. ‘What do I want?’ He spat onto the floor. ‘I wouldn’t have been in jail if not for you and your husband over there. I wouldn’t have lost my company if not for you two. The day they locked me up, I swore when I got out, I’d take my revenge.’ A diabolical smile spread slowly across his face. ‘Today’s the day.’ I tried to use my elbow to punch the guy who pinned my arms behind my back, but it was in vain. All I got for my effort was his fist thumping my back. Ferguson clicked his tongue. ‘Be gentle, Frank. I wouldn’t want you to hurt my lady friend.’ ‘Let go of me!’ I yelled at him. ‘You won’t get away with this!’ Ferguson wagged a finger at me. ‘Don’t interrupt. I’m not done yet.’ He dragged over