I knew we’d ha一ve him. You weren’t here and Gail
was safe, so I figured it was now or never.” Ryan looks very pleased with
himself once more, and Sawyer scowls at him in disapproval.
Gloves? The thought distracts me, and I glance once more at Jack. Yes, he’s
wearing brown leather gloves. Creepy.
“What now?” I try to dismiss the ramifications from my mind.
“We need to secure him,” Ryan replies.
“Secure him?”
“In case he wakes.” Ryan glances at Sawyer.
“What do you need?” asks Mrs. Jones, stepping forward. She’s recovered
her composure.
“Something to restrain him—cord or rope,” Ryan replies. Cable ties. I flush
as memories of the previous night invade my mind. Reflexively, I rub my
wrists and glance quickly down at them. No, no bruising. Good.
“I ha一ve something. Cable ties. Will they do?”
All eyes turn to me.
“Yes, ma’am. Perfect,” Sawyer says, serious and straight-faced. I want the
floor to swallow me up, but I turn and head for our bedroom. Sometimes you
just ha一ve to brazen things out. Perhaps it’s the combination of fear and
alcohol making me audacious. When I return, Mrs. Jones is surveying the
mess in the foyer and Miss Prescott has joined the security team. I hand the
ties to Sawyer, who slowly, and with frankly unnecessary care, ties Hyde’s
hands behind his back. Mrs. Jones disappears into the kitchen and returns
with a first aid kit. She takes Ryan’s arm, leads him into the doorway of the
great room and starts tending to the cut above his eye. He flinches as she
dabs it with an antiseptic wipe. Then I notice the Glock on the floor with a
silencer attached. Holy shit! Jack was armed? Bile rises in my throat and I
fight it down.
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“Don’t touch, Mrs. Grey,” says Prescott when I bend to pick it up. Sawyer
emerges from Taylor’s office wearing latex gloves.
“I’ll take care of that, Mrs. Grey,” he says.
“It’s his?” I ask.
“Yes ma’am,” says Ryan, wincing once more from Mrs. Jones’s
ministrations. Holy crap. Ryan fought an armed man in my home.
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