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“You touch her and you’re a dead man,” Drake kept his voice low and calm.
The gate into the construction site was reminiscent of an army base guard station. Multiple stops, alternating concrete barriers forcing a slow, weaving drive to enter, massive floodlights fighting back the jungle darkness. And at the far end of the gauntlet, they’d been asked to climb out of their car.
When the guards went to inspect the inside, he’d hit the remote door lock on the key fob. The SUV had sealed itself with a smug click from all four doors and the rear hatch. There were items in there, like Nikita’s rifle, that were best kept out of sight.
That hadn’t exactly set the tone for a friendly welcome.
Then one of the guards had slung his rifle over his shoulder and moved in to frisk Nikita.
“I won’t
