CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jessie gripped the wooden shaft of the plunger and jabbed it at the man as she dived forward, keeping low as she aimed for his midsection. She felt the tip drive into something soft and knew she’d poked him in the stomach, even as the plunger tore from her hands.
The pained grunt from above confirmed it as her right shoulder collided with his legs, sending him sprawling over her toward the tub. She heard a loud thump as she rolled over and looked back to see that he’d slammed into the edge of the tub, almost exactly where she’d been seconds earlier.
He was groaning loudly and the knife had skittered away from him into the corner of the bathtub. Jessie scrambled to her feet as the man tried to do the same. She saw the plunger lying at her feet and grabbed it again, this
