Chapter 223 Who’s Afraid Of Two Kids
Sean frowned slightly but didn’t answer; instead, he groped around, trying to loosen Susie’s
ropes.
Susie didn’t object.
The two children worked back–to–back, quietly undoing each other’s bindings; they dared not make a sound, terrified of drawing the men’s attention from the front.
Scarface nced out as the van left the city limits and spoke quickly. “Head for the suburbs! There’s an abandoned factory out there; we can hole up for now. Then message Terry–tell him to pack up. He needs to sneak out of Ocean City tonight.”
“Got it, Jake.”
The driver turned onto a narrow side road leading toward the outskirts.
By then, Sean had freed Susie’s hands and feet. She instinctively shifted her head, brushing against the hairpin still clipped there.
At the same time, Baron received an alert.
“Mr. Baron, we’ve picked up Susie‘ tracker again.”
Baron strode over and snatched theptop, eyes fixed on the blinking signal pulsing across the
screen.
His phone chimed.
He looked down–an unfamiliar number, clearly a virtual line.
Something in him stirred; he answered instinctively.
Immediately, Scarface and the driver’s conversation spilled through the speaker.
Baron’s eyes hardened, his expression darkening.
His men looked grim as well.
“Mr. Baron, that amusement park copse really was aimed at you and the children.”
Murder shed in Baron’s gaze.
“Send our people to the docks. No matter what, we find Terry tonight. I want to see who’s bold enough to strike at me on my own turf!”
“Yes, sir.”
His men rushed to carry out the order.
Back in the van, Susie finished her subtle maneuver and then noticed Sean pulling something from his pocket–what looked like a lollipop.
Her lips curved in a cold little smile. <i>Things </i><i>on </i><i>my </i><i>brother </i><i>are </i><i>never </i><i>what </i><i>they </i><i>seem</i>.
If she guessed right, that lollipop was poison.
Sean ignored her look; he twisted the candy stick, and a fine silver needle slid out, its tip glinting with a faint ck sheen.
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Sean pressed a finger to his lips, warning her not to act rashly.
She nodded quickly, obedient.
He had nned to wait until they reached the warehouse before making a move; but after ncing at his own thin arms and legs, then at Susie’s fragile frame, he abandoned that thought. <i>Forget </i><i>it</i><i>. </i><i>I’m </i><i>just </i><i>a </i><i>kid</i><i>; </i><i>kids </i><i>should </i><i>do </i><i>what </i><i>kids </i><i>can do</i>. <i>Catching </i><i>the </i><i>bad </i><i>guys</i><i>–</i><i>Dad </i><i>will </i><i>take </i><i>care </i><i>of </i><i>that</i>.
But to have the audacity to drag them out of the vi, to engineer the copse at the amusement park was beyond forgiveness. Those men, and that Terry, had crossed a line that could never be taken back.
Sean wanted nothing more than to seize Terry himself, to see just how ck his heart really was. But with Susie beside him and so many unknowns, he restrained the impulse.
He shot Susie a look.
She nodded slightly, reaching for a hammer lying nearby and gripping it tightly.
Sean raised three fingers. He paused, then folded one down.
When thest finger curled into his palm, he sprang up; the silver needle drove straight into Jake’s neck.
At the same instant, Susie swung the hammer and smashed it into the driver.
Chapter 223 Who’s Afraid Of Two Kids
They looked small and delicate, but the burst of strength was shocking; their timing was wless.
The men had no chance to react–one copsed from poison, the other from the blow.
The van lurched violently, swerving off course.
Sean narrowed his eyes. “Susie, push the gearshift all the way up, then pull out the key”
She didn’t understand, but she moved fast anyway; her mouth kept going though.
“Sean, you know how to drive?”
“I’ve watched drivers before. Lucky this van’s automatic; if it were manual, I’d be lost.”
As they spoke, the van rolled to a forced stop.
Sean opened the window and stared out at the barren stretch around them, exasperated.
“Where even are we?”
“I already sent Dad the tracker’s location. He should be here soon. But…Brother, that poison— you didn’t kill him, did you?”
She eyed Jake nervously; foam was already bubbling at his lips.
Sean said tly, “No; just nerve spasms. He’ll be fine for at least an hour. Dad will get here before then. But you were pretty ruthless too—what about the driver?”
Blood trickled slowly from the driver’s head, staining the floor.
Sean shivered.