Ryan let out a low groan as a wave of unbearable pain surged through the back of his head. His vision remained blurred, and his ears rang violently from the force of the blow he had just received. Every instinct urged him to surrender to the darkness creeping into his consciousness, but he stubborn

Ryan remained rooted to the spot, refusing to take his eyes off the woman in the red dress as she stood several feet away from him with one razor-sharp blade gripped tightly in each hand. She was watching him with exactly the same level of caution. Not once did she blink carelessly. Not once did

Ryan's heart slammed violently against his chest the instant he found himself staring directly down the barrel of JD's pistol. Ryan knew he had only a split second to make a decision. Charging at JD would almost certainly get him shot. Standing still would end exactly the same way. His mind

Anthony Bellingham remained quiet for a few moments after Ryan's question, as though carefully weighing every word before deciding how much he could safely reveal. Finally, Anthony turned slightly toward Ryan and spoke in a calm but cautious voice. "Mr. Walker," Anthony said seriously, "I give yo

Ryan's mind worked at incredible speed as he stared at the two vehicles closing in on them from opposite directions. Without wasting another moment, he leaned toward the front of the taxi and shouted urgently. "Driver!" Ryan called out in a commanding voice. "Take another turn! Get us off this ro