No one on the street. Heart hammering, Caroline realized that screaming was useless with no one to hear, even as the SUV slammed to a halt directly in front of them. Trying to run or fight with three guns trained on them was suicidal. She was handcuffed; her weapon had been taken.Two absolutely unproductive thoughts chased each other through her mind: Reed loved her. They were going to die.“So, where’s the punk kid?” DeBlassis asked Reed, his tone almost conversational.“Mexico,” Reed answered as, handcuffed and tight-lipped with fury, he was shoved through the SUV’s rear door. “Good luck finding him, too.”The guy who was already in the SUV, the one who’d been hauling Reed in even as a second guy pushed him from behind, struck Reed a glancing blow in the back of the neck with the butt of his pistol, making him stumble. He then shoved Reed into the middle row seat that was farther from the door.“Hey,” Caroline protested sharply as she was shoved in after Reed. Grimacing as SUV guy—average height and looks, a weight-lifter’s overly muscular build—locked the seat belt around him, Reed shook his head at her.
