CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN – BARGAINING CHIPS

Rawlins shot Kayla a loaded look, but she shook her head slightly, motioning for him to stay quiet. "Now I'd have been content to just sit back and let this whole circus play out," the voice continued in its reedy Drawl. "Watch Remington bleed ol' Lance dry 'fore puttin' a bullet in his handsome head. But you and your friends just had to start pokin' yer noses where they didn't belong." There was an ominous pause, and Kayla could feel the temperature in the room drop several degrees. "Way I see it now, we got two possibilities ahead of us, Miss Danvers. The easy way, or the hard way. Reckon it's time you made your choice real clear." Kayla took a steadying breath, locking eyes with Rawlins. The detective gave her an infinitesimal nod of approval. Keep him talking, the silent signal said. We'll start tracing this cocksucker's call. "Alright, I'll play along for now," Kayla began, careful to keep her tone neutral and engaging. "What exactly are my options here?" "Simple as can be,