Blue Jmac: Bonnie

“Syndicate,” J-Mac repeated, his voice a low gravel. “Then you’re just middlemen, Corrigan. Which means you want more than the money. You want the location of the rest of it. The Diamond Duchess haul.”

J-Mac shot her a look— what are you doing? —but he trusted her. He always did. bonnie blue jmac

Bonnie shifted her weight, feeling for the tiny sliver of metal she’d palmed from a broken chair leg an hour ago. She’d been working the zip tie against it, strand by strand. She felt the last fiber give. Her hands were free, but she kept them behind her back, wrists together. “Syndicate,” J-Mac repeated, his voice a low gravel

And somewhere in the dark, Corrigan would be limping, empty-handed, and wondering if he’d ever really seen them at all. You want the location of the rest of it

“The Duchess loot is in a safety deposit box,” Bonnie lied, her voice honeyed. “Needs two keys. Mine and his.”

Three seconds later, a crack of lightning split the sky, and the world went white.