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“Now, her, on the other hand…she’s got the right hair, the right build, the right—”
Memphis leaned forward and deliberately pressed into the tip of the knife.“I will annihilate you,” Memphis promised.“You think of hurting her, you so much as—”
Sighing, Lane pulled the knife away.“I didn’t break out to kill anyone.And I was just messing with you.Youdidrip open my wound and now I’m bleeding everywhere.”
Memphis snarled at him, “Stay away from—”
“I have places to be.Places that aren’t anywhere near your wife.Besides, I figure she’ll be tracking your phone soon.Turning up here so time is of the essence.”He moved around Memphis.With the knife.
Memphis locked his jaw.Was the bastard about to stab him in the back?
“Here.”Lane shoved the knife into Memphis’s bound hands.“There’s a shit ton of rope there—had to bind you really well—so it will take a few minutes for you to slice your way through.And the angle is shit, so, be careful.You’d hate to cut yourself.”
The guy was giving him the knife?
Lane popped back in front of Memphis.“My sister is in danger.”
Memphis was already sawing the rope.
“I couldn’t stay in there while she was being hunted.”
“Nate Quest is in the hospital!You heard—”
“I’ve been targeted in lockup.Over and over again.The guards always look the other way.The prisoners keep coming even when they shouldn’t.”
“Thathappenswhen you kill women.”He kept sawing with what he now realized was the dullest knife in the world.What?The guy had gotten him to talk BS on the phone with Oliver by using something barely stronger than abutter knife?
“I don’t kill women.Don’t hurt them at all.”
The knife was doing jack and shit.
“Yeah, sorry, I found that knife in the kitchen.It might take a bit to cut anything.Found the ropes there, too.Really don’t want to know what they were used for previously.”He grimaced.“I suspect this place was a brothelanda bar before it came into my possession.So, have fun with all that.”His jaw firmed.“But back to the breakout.I had to leave.I know someone was ordering the attacks on me.Attacks that kept getting worse and worse.I heard the guards talking after Oliver Foxx left.One of them said no one would be questioning me soon.You couldn’t question the dead.”
Memphis stopped sawing with the dull knife.For a brief second.Then he resumed, double-time.
“Someone with power and pull has been getting the guards to look away.Getting the inmates to attack.I think that someone is the same person who set me up all along.The person who wants my sister.I can’t let that happen.”He swung for the door and wrenched it open.“Oh, almost forgot…” Lane turned back and grabbed the phone.“I’ll leave this outside the building for you.No hard feelings, right?”
Then he was gone.The door closed behind him with a slam.
The door to what had been the freakingfreezer roomin the place’s old kitchen.No freezer any longer but…but a good prison for me.
He sawed and sawed and the freaking knife barely seemed to do anything.He twisted his wrists, strained against the ropes, and put all of his power into the strokes of the knife.Over and over and over.
After what felt like an eternity, the tension snapped.The ropes around his wrist gave way.Memphis went to work on the ropes around his ankles.Ropes that bound him to the stupid chair.Took forever, but he got free.He got free and lunged for the door.
He wrenched the handle.The door wouldn’t open.
Sonofabitch.“Hard feelings!”Memphis bellowed.“Extremely hard!I am going to kick your ass when I get out of here!”He pounded his fists into the door.
Chapter Sixteen
“Theo, I want the crime scene photos.”
Lark shifted on the bed as Oliver walked into the room.They’d made it home from the hospital.Her doctor had just insisted that someone stay with Lark for the next twenty-four hours.
Oliver had been only too happy to volunteer.
He was supposed to wake her up every few hours.Ask her some questions to make certain she didn’t have memory problems.And Oliver had assured Lark that he was going to keep watch in order to make sure she didn’t have any seizures or vomiting or—
