The three people surrounding her came closer and closer; two of them even held syringes. It was clear those syringes contained nothing good.
Tina Huxley's voice shook: "Who are you? Don't hurt me; I'll give you money, I have plenty of money."
"Money isn't necessary. The one who sent us has paid well, and we've already promised him, so you can't buy us off. Behave, and it'll be easier for us to do our job."
These words plunged Tina Huxley into deep despair.
Was she really going to be unable to escape this calamity today?
Just then, the sound of police sirens echoed from a distant street.
The people surrounding Tina exchanged glances: "What's going on? Why are the police here?"
Summer Lowell's voice came from the alley's entrance: "I've already called the police. They'll be here soon, Tina, hold on a bit longer, it'll be okay soon."
Hearing Summer speaking to her, Tina half-believingly raised a stick, summoning a bit of courage to face off with these people.
