My Sister's Last Letter

, tied to that chair, a storm of

sts were already chaf

door open again. Foots

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her. Home from his morn

Help me!" I yelle

usual easygoing expression fal

in shock. "Sara

e a mixture of confusion and

ed out. "Untie me, quick

nots, his brow furrowed. "Stop t

rubbed my raw wrists,

the one she left in the safe. They panicked. Mark posted about her mission on Facebook, Da

fied. "What? Why w

caring off the syndicate. They're idi

docklands district themselves. To 'create a diversion,'

redulous. "Are they crazy? They' ll g

op them. They took my p

d, pulli

take mine. We have to catch them befo

ed by a surge of adrenaline,

were on the

unned the engine, tires squealin

here is fastest?" I asked, my knu

e but determined,

ty streets, my eyes sc

d. "At that gas stati

ing by the pump, Mark filling the t

ly behind them, b

I knew, with a sickening certainty, that t