The thought of Georgia Thorne in Erin Irving's hands was agonizing for him.
The group moved quickly. Before they even made it up, a call came from Erin Irving.
"If a single hair on her head is harmed, you'll answer to me!"
Erin Irving's cheerful laugh came from the other end of the line. "Who are you referring to?"
Before he could even say Georgia Thorne's name, Erin Irving hung up.
Elliot Sheridan was moving quickly, and Dylan Heston rushed forward to grab him. "Sharon, slow down! Look!"
He gestured ahead. Elliot followed his gaze to see Erin Irving standing on the edge of a cliff.
It was dusk. The sun sank below the sea's horizon, painting the clouds a brilliant, fiery red.
The tide was coming in, and waves battered the cliff layer by layer as a fierce wind howled.
The men Dylan Heston brought were held back a hundred meters by Erin Irving's people. Dylan and William were also stopped, ten meters away.
