Once her father and Corry were safely out of the building and Diarmid was confirmed to be next to head to the medical truck, Lita turned her attention to the man tied to the bed. The girls had shoved the same rag he’d had in her mouth in his and as Isabella was tossing a knife up and down in the air, catching it, his eyes were drawn to the glinting metal and he was yanking with all his might on the binds.
“Funny how the restraint is acting like a tourniquet for the gunshot wound to his hand,” Isabella commented.
“That shot to knee should be making him bleed out,” Lita moved over and leaned on his leg and watched as he screamed with pain-stricken panic.
“Yeah, but I tied the rope tight above the shot. It’ll bleed slow,” Jesse beamed as she slapped the man in the face.
Lita walked over t
