‘Hey, you.’

Erin glowered at Cap Man. She didn’t need any more intimidation. His former samples had been plenty.

‘Gimme your glasses. Now.’

That was an odd request which she couldn’t grant.

‘I haven’t got them on my person, can’t you see?’

‘Cut out the insolence. Where are they?’

Should she tell? If that was what they wanted from her, wasn’t saying that she didn’t have them akin to signing her death sentence? They wouldn’t have a use for her any more.

Cap Man leaned on between the two front seats and grabbed her by the hair. She let go of the penknife to hold onto his bunched fingers. It didn’t make a difference.

‘In the house! They’re in my bag! I didn’t have...

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