Beverly:
For years, Laura and I sat helplessly on the sidelines while our best friend Megan ran from a deadly cartel. When Megan went radio silent, and strange men came creeping out of the darkness, we feared that we’d landed in the cartel’s crosshairs. Our fears were answered when Laura was taken. Unable to depend on the law, desperation led me to reach out to a few unconventional sources for help.
Was it wrong of me to allow my mind to cross over my fears and linger on one of the men who’d agreed to help us?
Laura:
Taken. They took the wrong one. Either they were going to let me go, or I’d make them kill me. Beverly’s call for help produced two mercenaries, so adept at killing that I wasn’t sure if we should’ve been running from them or the cartel that was chasing us.
How were we supposed to know that the men protecting us knew how to stoke the fires of hell and use the flames to burn it to oblivion?