Eddie pushed off the wall. “There are no cameras back here, and the ones out front were disabled before Tom had some fun with Sean. I can’t afford a record of my being here, either.” He drew out his gun, a silver Smith & Wesson 500, and aimed the barrel at Raider’s head. “Josh? Go fetch the car and bring it around back. We’ll either have one or two bodies for the trunk.”

Raider’s body chilled. Now probably wasn’t the time to note that Eddie had some serious issues and probably a complex or two. That particular gun was overkill for an indoor situation. Seriously so.

Josh immediately handed Jonny P his weapon and went out the back door, again without an ounce of emotion. The door shut, and thick silence spiraled through the room.

This was bad. He could shoot both men on a swivel, but one of them would get a shot off. Sean had remained still, his body tense. He’d be ready to move if necessary. Though his wheezing was a concern. If Raider didn’t get the guy to a hospital pretty quickly, he was going to die anyway. Okay. His only chance was to put himself equal distance between the two men with guns, shoot one, duck, and shoot the other.

Yeah, he was gonna die.

A siren sounded in the distance.

Raider’s head snapped up, and the entire room froze. “Not good.” He stepped toward Sean. “Is this room soundproof?”

Eddie rushed for the door and slightly opened it. “No. We don’t really use it much.” He turned over his shoulder to glare at Raider, while Jonny P kept the gun leveled. “You’re wired.”

Raider jerked up his shirt to reveal his bare chest. “Don’t be a moron. Your guys searched me, anyway.” He looked around as if thinking rapidly. The sirens were getting closer. He leaned down toward Sean’s face. “Just how loud were you?”

Sean sucked in air, and blood dribbled from his mouth. “I wasn’t quiet.” He snorted, his eyelids fluttering.

“Shit,” Raider snapped, adrenaline bursting and swelling his veins. He tucked his gun in the back of his waistband. “Knife,” he barked.

“What?” Jonny P burst out.

“They’re here,” Eddie muttered, still watching outside.

Raider clapped his hands hard. “Hurry up. We don’t have time. One of you has a knife.”

Eddie jerked his head, and Jonny P drew a knife from a holster at his calf. “Let’s kill them both,” Jonny P said, smiling.

“We don’t have time for this,” Raider urged.

Red and blue flashed through the opening in the door. Eddie shut it.

Raider angled around to make sure Sean was still breathing. Kind of. “Knife, damn it.”

Eddie nodded.

Jonny threw the knife and Raider caught it, quickly sliding it through the bindings. Sean shook and opened his eyes.