Rosalind Lowell and Sean Shaw entered the warehouse and saw Alaric Davenport sitting there, his hands bound.
Six or seven other men were there, and they immediately grew wary at their arrival.
Rosalind Lowell raised her gun and pointed it at the man in sunglasses. "Untie him and let him go."
"And why should I listen to you?" the man in sunglasses blustered.
"Then listen to my gun," Rosalind Lowell said as she cocked the pistol.
The moment he heard that, the man in sunglasses held up his hands, palms out. "Whoa, ma'am, let's not do anything rash."
"Hurry up and untie me!"
Alaric Davenport, watching from the side, saw her frail form filled with such determination, and a wave of delight washed over him.
He was reluctant to let the moment pass, but he still had to play along with the man in sunglasses.
He turned his head away, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.
