the man who had called himself Doug said as he looked around the room, obviously searching for a way out. “You are going to clear me a path, and I am going to walk out of here, but this little chicken is coming with me to make sure that nobody does anything stupid.” “And you let her go…when?” Kevin asked. He had a feeling he already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it for himself. The man laughed. “I’m not letting her go…are you kidding me? You know how long since I’ve seen something this fresh?” He leaned down and took an exaggerated sniff of Heather’s hair. “Then you are signing your own death certificate,” Kevin said. “And who is gonna take me down? You, gimpy? Your girlfriend…Scarface or whatever the hell her name is?” He nodded his head towards Aleah who was sitting against a wall with a bloody nose that Kevin felt awful for just now noticing. “Maybe that little dyke soldier?
