Chapter 221: Your Wish Is My Command

GERARD LOOKED TOWARD THE loose huddle around his wife and commanded, "Tighter." The men closed in until they had formed a solid wall that prevented her from seeing outside of it ... or anyone from getting to her. I wasn't sure which was his purpose.

"Ken," Gerard barked.

One of his soldiers hustled over and Gerard said something low enough that I couldn't hear. The man nodded impassively before jogging toward the parking lot. A minute later the Taylors walked single file along the path toward us. Mr. Taylor looked terrified, his face almost ash white against his dark suit, but Mrs. Taylor carried herself like a queen. She kept her chin up as she walked purposely toward us in her sharp business skirt and jacket, cool and confident.