“Careful, Mads. We’re kind of precarious here. I can’t see what I’m standing on, but it feels like loose tiles.”
“One second. I think I see the switch. It’s a breaker box. I’m gonna need both hands. Hold this.” She handed him the flashlight, but he fumbled and dropped it.
“Hurry, Mads. I can’t hold you much longer.”
“It’s really stiff.” With great effort, she threw the switch.
The lights blazed on. Maddie dropped from Clayton’s shoulders. He pressed her behind him, suddenly tense.
Two men stood opposite them, about fifteen feet away. They flanked Gabe, who was tied to a chair.
Ramon’s goon held a gun, leveled at them. Ramon’s pistol pressed to Gabe’s temple. Gabe’s…
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