Chapter 83

Tasia didn’t even know how to respond when Dana grabbed the third guy by the collar and started dragging him down the hall. While he tried to fight her off, she lifted him much as an adult would a toddler, her fingers going into his pockets.

“What are you doing?” Tasia hissed.

“Adding grand theft auto to my attempted murder charges.” When she turned up empty, she threw the man down the next flight of stairs, where he landed in a crumpled heap. By the time Tasia and Dana made it to the parking lot, they found White Hat gasping for air and trying to crawl between a pair of cars. Dana knelt by his side and rummaged through his pockets until she pulled out a set of car keys.

“Why?” wheezed White Hat, rolling onto his back with tears in his eyes.

“Why not?” Dana knelt down and took the man’s hat, then put it on her own head. She flicked his nose, causing him to flinch. “You and your buddies should probably get to a hospital. Oh, and if I find out you mentioned me,