"Hello again, Ms. Blackwood."
Vane's voice was calm. Almost polite. Like they were meeting at a dinner party instead of a gunfight.
Sienna couldn't respond. His arm was crushing her windpipe. Black spots danced in her vision.
Leo was screaming. Thrashing in her arms. "Mama! Mama!"
"Quiet the boy," Vane said. "Or I'll do...