Juniper's blood ran cold.
She felt a sharp, shivering sensation in her spine as the words were heard over the police radio.
Secure the girl. Everything is lost if Blackwood wakes up.
She wasn't deceived by the officer in front of her, as he kept his face blank for the most part. He knew.
She was a loose end.
Her heart raced against her ribs, each time she beat out a warning drum. Think, Juniper. Think.
She directed attention to the helicopter, where Adrian lay strapped to a stretcher, unconscious and helplessly vulnerable. The paramedics were arranging the medical supplies, getting ready to depart.
She was not going to be left alone if they did.
She had seconds to act.
The officer's stance shifted. His hands came dangerously close to the sight of his gun.
Miss Hale was a smooth voice.
Too smooth. “Come with us.”.
No.
Every nerve screamed run. They might shoot her before she could take two steps if she fled at this time.
She wore a wobbly smile, masking the shaking in her
