Chapter 168

The other three men scrambled to their feet, panic etched on their faces. They didn’t know she had a real gun! They fled the scene, abandoning their injured comrade. Elodie stood tall, her breathing laboured, her body aching. She watched them disappear into the night, her gun still trained on the retreating figures. When she was sure they were gone, Elodie collapsed against the wall, her legs giving out. She slid down, her head resting on her knees, fighting to catch her breath. A long moment later, she narrowed her eyes at the wounded man lying motionless on the cold concrete floor. She knew she needed answers, and she wasn’t above using force to get them. With a deep breath, she grabbed the bleeding man’s ankles and dragged him into the abandoned warehouse nearby. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid bite of adrenaline. Elodie slammed the door shut with a bang, the metal groaning in protest. The lone figure sprawled on the grimy floor flinched at the sound,