Joanna screamed and fought against her captor as Brock crumpled to the ground. The man who had struck him tucked his pistol back into his coat.

"I'm happy to admit I like this bloke better unconscious," the man grumbled, and then he glanced at Joanna, his dark-brown eyes curious.

"Pretty bird," he commented, still assessing Joanna. She shivered.

"And not for you." The man who held her now dragged her forcefully into the room behind them and slammed the door shut. ...