Her hopes crashed to the floor along with his semiautomatic. Sweat rolled down her face. She gasped for air that was growing hotter and hotter, choking on smoke and on her own fear as panic squeezed her lungs. The two guards moved to either side of Cade, anger on their faces. But in their stiff movements, she recognized some of the fear she felt. They knew the building was burning. “The authorities know where you are and what you are up to. You have three hostages,” Cade said. “You need us all alive.” The man in white examined Cade first, then Bailey. “Why are you here?” “For Zak,” Bailey said. “Please. He’s just a kid.” She coughed as smoke scratched her throat. “We have to get out of here.” “He will be dealt with.” The man spit the words out, his tone laden with anger. Will? That meant he was still alive. Oh, thank God. “Is he here?” The man pushed his gun harder into her skin, hate burning in his eyes. “The FBI knows about your plans. They are on their way.”
