My Sister's Last Letter
, tied to that chair, a storm of
sts were already chaf
door open again. Foots
You in
her. Home from his morn
Help me!" I yelle
usual easygoing expression fal
in shock. "Sara
e a mixture of confusion and
ed out. "Untie me, quick
nots, his brow furrowed. "Stop t
rubbed my raw wrists,
the one she left in the safe. They panicked. Mark posted about her mission on Facebook, Da
fied. "What? Why w
caring off the syndicate. They're idi
docklands district themselves. To 'create a diversion,'
redulous. "Are they crazy? They' ll g
op them. They took my p
d, pulli
take mine. We have to catch them befo
ed by a surge of adrenaline,
were on the
unned the engine, tires squealin
here is fastest?" I asked, my knu
e but determined,
ty streets, my eyes sc
d. "At that gas stati
ing by the pump, Mark filling the t
ly behind them, b
I knew, with a sickening certainty, that t
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