OLIVER KING
"What? Ollie! Why are you calling me? You should call the police."
"Oh, right. That makes more sense."
A meaty hand clamped over my mouth, the other wrenching my arm behind my back at a brutal angle. My phone was yanked from my hand and slammed into the sidewalk. It shattered into a thousand pieces.
"Hey! That's new!"
I was tossed into the back of the cargo van.
I drove my elbow back hard, and connected with a person. A pained grunt. I twisted and saw Leo--still hooded, his tailored suit rumpled--being shoved further into the van's dark interior.
"Leo!"
A fist connected with my mouth. Stars exploded across my vision. My chin hit the metal floor, teeth slicing into my tongue. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth.
The door slammed shut. Tires squealed as we accelerated.
