Chapter 80
Rikka felt so stupid. If she had a brain in her head, she’d never have done something so damn dumb.
She’d stepped into the garage of the Rockefeller Center studio, walked up to the Ferrari, and spotted someone up on a ladder rigging a camera not twenty feet away. Five a.m. didn’t find service crews installing security systems, not even in New York.
But had she run? Cried for help? Been carrying an Uzi in her purse? Been carrying a purse to have the Uzi in instead of a wallet shoved into her jeans pocket?
Stoopid!
By the time the thought to run registered, hands had grabbed her from behind. Her shout of surprise was muffled by a large hand, which she bit. Didn’t do her any good, her captor was wearing heavy work gloves. Dirty ones that tasted of concrete dust.
In moments sh
