Chapter 118 Make a Move

• In a flash, the tide turned against the kidnappers. Several of them were already sprawled in pools of blood. The police had a few officers hit and bleeding, but their wounds were minor—no one had died yet.
• “D*mn it, how did these cops find us? Freaking spooky. Since you’re here, don’t even think about walking out alive!” the kidnapper boss snarled. He yanked open an MPV’s door and grabbed a few grenades—the very ones he’d planned to use to break through later. Looked like he had to play that card early.
• In the trees, Finnian had no gun, so he couldn’t join the firefight. With nothing else to do, he hid behind a thick poplar with Lindsay. A blade of grass dangled from his lips. He leaned against the trunk, looking laid-back, like he was out sightseeing, not stuck in a kill zone.