Thank God,she whispered into his mind.
He thought about their next move. They were free of the tape, but they were still in a moving van. He looked around for something he could use as a weapon and saw nothing. Too bad he’d thrown the gun that he’d taken from these guys into a dumpster.
We can’t fight them.
What are we going to do?
Hope they have to stop at a light.
He glanced at the men in front who were paying no attention to the prisoners because they thought that the man and woman they’d restrained were no threat.
Praying that neither of their kidnappers decided to check on them, Craig inched his way toward the back of the vehicle. Pausing again, he glanced toward the gunmen. When he saw they were still facing forward, he pulled down on the handle, inching the door open a crack so that he could see out. He wasrelieved to find they were still in the city—but not a part he recognized.
Stephanie picked up her purse, which had been lying beside her, and slung the strap across her chest before moving to the back of the van with him, her shoulder pressed to his.
Get ready.
Their chance came when the van lurched to a stop again. He pushed the door open and leaped out, then reached to help Stephanie down. They were on a city street with cars immediately behind them.
“Where are we?”
“The financial district.”
Their captors must have realized that the prisoners had escaped.
“Hey!” one of the men shouted.
Curly, the one in the passenger seat scrambled out, gun drawn.
“Come on.” Taking Stephanie’s hand, Craig wove through the traffic, the maneuver creating a blast of honking horns. As a car came around the corner and almost plowed into them, the driver slammed on the brakes, then opened his window and started cursing at them.
Ignoring the chaos, they kept running for their lives as pedestrians stared at the scene. The car that had almost hit them gave them cover for a moment.
As they ran, Craig looked wildly around, trying to figure out the best escape route.
It was Stephanie who took the lead. “This way,” she shouted, darting down a passageway between two tall buildings.
Craig followed. He wanted to look behind him to see if the guy with the gun knew where they’d gone, but turning would slow them down.
Stephanie pulled on a side door. It opened and they stepped into a hallway.
They ran down to the first turn and dodged around the corner. Finally, risking a quick look back, Craig saw the gunman charging after them.
Instead of continuing the evasive action, Craig waited for the man to come barreling down the hall, then stuck out his foot, tripping the guy and sending him sprawling. Craig was on him in an instant, grabbing his full head of hair and slamming his face against the tile floor, thinking that turnabout was fair play. The man gasped and went still.
Craig lifted the gun from the man’s limp hand, pushed the safety, and shoved weapon into the waistband of his jeans, then covered it with his knit shirt.
“We’d better get out of here.”
“Don’t you want to ask him why they’re after us?”
“Yeah, but his partner could show up at any moment. We have to put distance between us and them.”
She answered with a tight nod and followed him to a glass-enclosed lobby.
They stepped out into a plaza surrounded by office buildings.
Walking rapidly, they crossed to the opposite side, then back to the street. When Craig saw a taxi heading their way in the curb lane, he hailed it.
