“Like what?” she whispered as if she were afraid that someone would hear her.
“Let’s say that’s one of those thugs,” Mark said pensively. “He’ll want me and my photos.”
“I think he might want me, too, after what I did to them,” Lily intervened, and she felt sick at her stomach when she calculated the odds.
“Yeah, possibly,” Mark agreed with her. “Anyway, we aren’t going to give them anything, and especially, they won’t get their paws on you,” he pointed out very matter-of-factly.
“Still, we can’t leave Ian in their hands,” Lily’s voice quivered. “He just helped us. He’s not guilty of anything, you know.”
“Of course, baby. I know that, don’t you worry,” he stroked the side of her face with the tips of his fingers. “The idea is to take him out of their hands and protect ourselves at the
