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Tucker tried to get back to his feet, but Joelle raised the pinned arm ever higher and he desisted with a squawk of pain. The corner of Joelle’s mouth curled up in a self-satisfied grin. He was very much at her mercy. The bare muscles of her arms hardly even tensed as she kept him on his knees.
“Jo,” Reggie said, “she needs her belt before she can go.”
“I need that belt or I can’t go,” Scout corrected.
Joelle nodded, but her face was grim. “It’s with Ken, not my father. Ken will give it to you, but you can’t let my father see you. We’ve been doing everything we can to keep him focused on the data you were carrying, but sooner or later he’s going to remember he wanted to do a full interrogation. You have to be gone before then.”
“I will be,” Scout said. “I’m sorry if I misjudged you
