“Get him off,” Molly managed to wheeze, shoving at the unconscious man’s shoulder. “He’s freaking heavy.”

With Cara’s help, she pushed him off far enough that she was able to wiggle out from underneath him. As soon as she was standing, she grinned at her sister. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Although she could tell Cara was trying to sound casual, her voice shook.

“Molly!” John was suddenly there, hugging her hard and then running his hands over her as if checking for injuries. “What happened? Are you okay? I was preoccupied with dealing with them…” He gestured toward the guy he’d just been tasing, who was bundled up in so much duct tape he looked like a spider’s next meal. Lubchek, though still unconscious, was lying next to him, also bound with tape.

“I’m fine.” She ignored her still-numb arm, glad that at least it wasn’t hurting. “We should get this one secured before he wakes up, too.” She let herself give him one solid kick to the ribs, figuring he deserved that and so much more. “Did Sonny escape?”

“Looks like it.”

Losing Sonny yet again made Molly want to scream in frustration, but she shoved it down. They’d get him. They had to. Her family was depending on her to do this.

“Let’s get this guy restrained and then see if we can catch up with him. We still have that new ID that he wanted so badly.” John nodded at the envelope that lay abandoned on the floor. He grabbed Bastien’s arms and dragged him over to the others, making quick work of binding his arms and legs with duct tape. Molly tried to help, but she was pretty much useless with her dominant arm out of commission.

“Time to call the cops?” she asked with a wince. This was going to be a long night.

“No.” Sonny walked out of the shelves, pulling a terrified-looking Norah along with him. Molly’s gaze immediately dropped to the belt Norah was wearing, but her brain refused to accept what her eyes were telling her. Those couldn’t be explosives wrapped around her baby sister’s waist. They just couldn’t. She lurched forward, automatically trying to reach her, but Sonny yanked Norah farther out of reach.

“Don’t touch her,” Molly snarled, unable to look away from the belt that circled her sister’s thin hips over her T-shirt.

“What happens to her is up to you,” Sonny said, looking disturbingly gleeful as he clutched a cell phone in one hand and Norah’s arm in another. “I just want to leave this town. There’re people who want to kill me, and I’ll be a sitting duck back in jail. You, I’m assuming, don’t want this bitch to be blown to little pieces.” He cocked his head as Molly vibrated with growing rage. “And all of you, too. This baby’ll have quite the range.”

“It’ll take you out, too. You’ll be just as dead as us,” John said, moving in front of Molly, to her terrified annoyance. How was it better if he had his face blown off rather than hers? They were going to have a long talk about his self-sacrificing tendencies when they got home…if they got home.