“We will be going back, after all,” Neal says. “Right?”
She gives Malcolm another disdainful look and turns to lead the way down the alley, to a beautiful Mercedes with tinted windows. “Back seat, there are blindfolds in there. Tie them on.”
Rachel glares at Malcolm for a moment before her focus slides over to Neal. "Put them on, Neal, you and your boyfriend, or the next shot I take with my nice big sniper rifle will hit a little closer to home."
Neal finds Malcolm's hand and grips it tight.
"Please," he says softly. He doesn't want to imagine who Rebecca would shoot first.
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She gives Malcolm another disdainful look and turns to lead the way down the alley, to a beautiful Mercedes with tinted windows. “Back seat, there are blindfolds in there. Tie them on.”
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Neal finds Malcolm's hand and grips it tight.
"Please," he says softly. He doesn't want to imagine who Rebecca would shoot first.
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It looks better if she thinks he's reluctant, but they do want to get to the prize.
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"Rachel--"
"Don't," she says, sharply. "To you, it's Rebecca."
Neal pauses, confused. "Okay."
"Stay quiet, stay still, and we'll get where we need to be in about fifteen minutes."
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