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“I’m sorry about your eye,” I say instead.
She smirks. “No, you’re not.”
“You’re right. You deserved it.”
Her curved brow points upward and she spins on her heel to join Elijah behind the counter.
Before she takes three steps, the lights of the store go dark and she freezes in place.
“Elijah…” she says, “what’d you do?”
“It wasn’t me.” He stares at the computer again and I hear the frantic taps of keys and clicks of the mouse. “The outdoor security cams have been overridden.”
“So, under-rid them.”
“I can’t.”
“Move.” Lilah nudges him aside to take control but the monitor shuts off the second she touches the keyboard. “Dammit…”
An explosion echoes from the back rooms, sending Elijah and Lilah into a quick sprint toward the source. With their eyes finally off me, I try to pull the tight tape keeping me latched to the chair, but I can do nothing useful in my current condition. I doubt I could even stand up on my own with this shit still pumping through my body.
“Caleb.”
I look over my shoulder, drawn to his quick, piercing whisper. “Boxcar?” I gasp.
He kneels in front of me and pulls a pocketknife from his pack.
“What the hell are you doing—”
“I tracked your phone call,” he says, smirking like a smartass.
“Yeah, except it was their phone call. You walked right into a damn trap.”
He pauses. “I did?”
“Yeah, you did,” Elijah says behind him.
I deflate. Boxcar peeks around and does the same as Lilah and Elijah raise their guns.
“Drop the knife, Boxcar,” Lilah warns.
Boxcar gazes up at me over the rims of his glasses. His fingers spread wide and the tiny knife tumbles to the floor.
“Sorry,” he whispers to me.
“It’s okay…” I say, trying to hide the fear clenching my chest.
Now that he’s here, Elijah’s threats from earlier come hurtling back to me.
Lilah grabs his arm as Elijah pulls up a second chair and positions it across from me. They force Boxcar onto it and Lilah keeps one hand on his shoulder to hold him in place.
“Please, don’t hurt him,” I say.
“Tell us where we can find Fox and we won’t,” Lilah says. “Last chance.”
Elijah withdraws a cylindrical canvas bag and unrolls it across the counter to reveal various knives inside, each one just waiting to carve into Boxcar.
My heart sinks.
