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that bodybuilders could have bitten small pieces off him for a steroid fix. It was probably a good thing that Harris hadn’t left footprints all over their limo.
The old man was saying, “—plenty of time to get to the great lawn, but there’s no sense in dilly-dallying.” Then they were climbing into the limo, slamming doors, driving off.
Leaving Harris alone.
Resting was nice, but Gaby was still two stories up. He reluctantly rose and began climbing the narrow, shaky metal steps of the fire escape.

Gaby floated up into wakefulness. The side of her face still hurt where he—
She veered away from thinking about him. This wasn’t hard. There was plenty to occupy her attention.
She was folded up in fetal position, wrapped in what felt like heavy linen. The air was so close and warm she found it hard to breathe. She was being jolted up and down, but was up against a hard surface: muscle over bone, someone’s back, a very broad back.
His back. She was being carried.
She groped around as much as she could—not easy, as she was tightly pinned—and reached over her head. There was a small hole above her, drawn nearly closed by cords; she twisted and looked up through it, seeing nighttime clouds.
She was in a bag. They’d stuffed her into a duffel bag and were carrying her around like so much laundry.
Laundry. Fully awake and furious, she shoved up against the hole and shouted, “Hey! Call the police! I’m being kidnapped! Can anyone hear me?”
He didn’t slacken his pace, but Gaby felt a sharp knock against the side of her head. It hurt. She stopped shoving; she rubbed where the blow had landed. “Hey!”
It was the old man’s voice: “If you make any more noise, Miss Donohue, I’m going to have Adonis here let you out of the bag and punish you. It wants to punish you. It will enjoy doing so.”
And she felt a rumbling from the back of the thing carrying her. It sounded like deep, quiet laughter.
Her stomach went cold. Adonis’ face—God, what was he? She didn’t want to look at that face again. She didn’t want to see it turn angry. And she understood, with crystal certainty, that the moves she’d