Helena removed Missy’s gag, and the first words out of her mouth were, “It’s a trap.”
“Doyle, we need to get out of here. Get those shackles off, shoot them off!”
Helena looked down and saw Doyle had placed the gun on the pool deck while he worked to unlatch the shackles. He reached for the pistol, and Helena caught a whiz and thunk as she witnessed an arrow penetrate Doyle’s right wrist. At first, the shock to find a shaft of wood sticking through his lower arm held his attention. Then the pain lancing up his arm caused him to scream in pain.
On the cue of Doyle’s scream, the electric lights flashed on, bathing the space in bright light. There a hundred feet away slithered the Naga, Sister Ping. Helena jumped off the Saint Andrews cross and grabbed Doyle’s gun.
Missy let out a brillia
