C82 In a deadlock

"Where is he?" Bernice's voice betrayed a slight quake through her eyes that stared solid as rock. She was in this hideout with two men standing over her, both carrying guns.

"You think you just walk in here and demand your kid like it is nobody's business?" the scar-faced man sneered, hoary as weathered leather.

She straightened, fists bunched against her hips, her heart racing. "I'm alone