Chapter 74: A Card From Mr. Z

His hand fumbles on my shirt collar, pulling the material out of the way. I bat at him, hitting it with mine as hard as possible.

"Knock it off." With one tug the man sticks his hand in my shirt and pushes a piece of paper in my bra, the thick corner poking my skin. "Mr. Z wants you to have his card."

A series of rapid pops comes from the other room. Like someone lit off a string of firecrackers.

But it's not fireworks.

It's gunfire.

I scream, this one loud and heartfelt. Forgetting about the guy and the gun, I drop to the floor and cover my neck like they taught us during a tornado drill in elementary school. It's not going to save me from gunfire, but it's the only plan I have.

The guy trying to kidnap me doesn't shoot, but instead spits out a curse. "Dumbasses were supposed to go unnoticed."

His eyes scan back and forth, examining the area between the two doors in the hallway. One leads back to the main room and the other down a flight of stairs.

"You're not worth it