The gunshot rang out, echoing through the warehouse. Mia's heart stopped, her mind racing with horrific possibilities.

"Harry!" she screamed, struggling violently against her restraints.

"Save your breath," Marcus said, strolling back into the room. His gun was still in his hand, smoke curling from the barrel. "That was just a warning shot. To show I mean business."

Relief washed over Mia like a tidal wave, but it was short-lived. If Harry wasn't here, who had arrived?

As if reading her ...