After catching her before she hit the ground, Stan let out a low sigh and lowered her carefully onto the floor and checked her breathing.
She was Steady but unconscious, most likely from the lingering effects of whatever she'd been drugged with combined with the abrupt collapse of her stress response.
Not in immediate danger. But she definitely needed medical attention.
Around the room, the men who could still move scrambled toward the exit, hurriedly dragging their injured companions with them as they abandoned any remaining thoughts of finishing what they'd started.
Stan heard hurried footsteps fading into the distance.
He didn't pursue them.
Amelia was the priority, and there was no chance he was leaving an unconscious woman alone inside an abandoned building.
He pulled out his phone and called the police.
Before the line connected, tires screeched outside the building.
Then came hurried footsteps.
Multiple people.
Fast.
