“Thanks,” Neil grunted, squeezing her neck tighter.
After a few long moments of bucking wildly and growling, she finally stopped fighting and went limp. Neil lowered her to the floor, but didn’t let her go.
“You got anything to bind her wrists?”
Jayce looked around the tour bus, but didn’t see anything.
“Your tie?” he suggested, wry and breathless.
“That’ll do.” Neil pulled at his tie and loosened it from around his neck. He tied Melissa’s hands together behind her back, securing it with a tight knot.
“The gun?” Neil asked.
“I took out the bullets.”
“Good.”
They both turned to look at me at the same time, concern in their eyes. I gathered myself together, wanting to reassure them even though my voice was weak and breathless.
“Glad to see you guys got my message.”
