Bonnie Blue — Jmac
Corrigan’s eyes glittered. Bingo.
Bonnie Blue knelt on the cold concrete, her red hair plastered to her skull, wrists tied behind her back with a zip tie that bit into her skin. Across the vast, echoey space, J-Mac was in the same position, his broad shoulders hunched, a thin line of blood tracing from his scalp down his temple. He caught her eye and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible shake of his head. Don’t provoke them. bonnie blue jmac
Bonnie found the loading bay by memory. She yanked the chain, and the door groaned upward, letting in a wash of cool, wet air. J-Mac appeared beside her, silhouetted against the rain, a second pistol in his hand. Corrigan’s eyes glittered