Chapter Twenty-One
Something about the woman set off alarm bells for Connor. It could have been nothing—maybe just a sense of familiarity he couldn't place or the way she carried her duffel bag. In the dark of night, with only the light coming from the Lucky Sevens's loading ramp and cargo bay, there was no way to get a good look at her because he realized she had a hood on.
Connor assumed the worst, which meant he had to act fast. “Hold it!"
Jolts like little static shocks ran through his arms and legs. His attention drew down on nothing but this mysterious woman.
He inserted himself directly in her path, hands thrust out at arms length. If she tried to run around him, he was ready to tackle her. If she threw the bag, he could get to it before it went over his head.
Nothing was going
