She braced herself, turned to face him, and found herself the attention of three pairs of eyes. Three men-dirty, scarred, and sneering-stood between her and the alley entrance. Fear lanced through her, but she refused to give it a foothold. She weighed her options. She could run out the other end of the alley, and then cut around to the next alley, but she had no clue how far away that was or if these men would follow her. If the next alley was too far and the men did ...