Van

My grip of the man’s collar tightened, twisting as his face reddened and his eyes bulged wider. He was easily six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier, yet I didn’t falter. “Say that again.”

The bodyguard’s voice came between gasps of air, small puffs of condensation rising between us. “Sir, I took her to the waiting car.” His complexion continued to morph from ashen to a ruddy shade of red as he coughed and stiffened. “You were ...