Juan handed Debra over to Jordan. "Stop the bleeding. Keep her alive."
Jordan met Juan''s gaze briefly before ncing down at Debra''s limp form.
"Okay," he said tly.
Vickie shot Juan a venomous look. "Still clinging to old feelings, Mr. Nichols? So desperate to keep her breathing."
Juan''s eyes narrowed. "Know your ce. One more word, and I''ll remove that tongue myself."
Before Vickie could retort, the masked man cut in, "Enough! Debra stays alive. We need the treasure''s location."
"Yes, Boss." Vickie bowed her head.
Jordanid Debra across a truck bed. He rifled through a first-aid kit, administering a painkiller before cleaning and stitching her wound.
Debra stirred weakly, her vision blurring as she recognized him.
"Don''t move," Jordan muttered. "I''m getting you out of here."
Debra gripped his wrist. "No. If I leave, they''ll suspect you. I have to stay."
"You can stay here. It''s too dangerous," Jordan insisted, grabbing her arm. "I''m taking you back."
"Don''t be reckless," Debra said
weakly be fine. "If you''re exposed, they''ll use you to
Andrew. Stick to your role et
"But you..."
"I trust Marion and myself. "We''ll be fine."
Exhaustion overtook her. She slumped back, unconscious before her head hit the makeshift pillow.
Jordan brushed a strand of hair from her bloodless face, securing the final stitch.
When he stepped out of the truck, he found
Wian leaning against a post, his gaze fixed on Debra 19
window.
"Eavesdropping''s beneath you, Mr. Nichols," Jordan said.
"I heard nothing." Juan''s voice was detached. "Just ensuring she''s not dead yet."
"Not yet." Jordan nced back at
Debra.
But the bullet went clea
through. She''ll need proper
and
no interrogations."
Juan stared at Debra''s pallid face. "What happens next isn''t your choice or mine."
...
At the Potter Mansion, Barton hurried into Andrew''s room. "Randy just reported. Debra was taken."
Andrew''s knuckles whitened on his wheelchair''s armrests before his posture rxed into calcted calm. "By whom?"