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hadn’t anything else to say; none of this made sense to her. “Look, if you let me go now, I won’t tell anyone about…” she began, eyeing their wings with a new thrill of fear coursing along her spine, “you. Just, please, let me go. I won’t say anything, I promise.”
                  The black-haired man drew a chair for himself. He sat down and faced her, the blond man standing off to the side a little. “How did you know about that girl?” the black-haired man asked bluntly. “Did someone tell you about her?”
                  “What?” Callie asked, twisting her wrists against the ropes.
                  “The girl you spoke of. How did you have that information?” he asked patiently, as though she weren’t strapped down against her will.
                  “I—I don’t know,” she admitted, straining to look over her shoulder to gauge the size of the knot. “I just…saw it.” She looked at him again. “Please, let me go. My sister will worry. She’ll call the police, and then you’ll have more trouble than you want. Untie me, and this can stay quiet.”
                  He seemed amused by her threats. “You don’t seem to realize the predicament you’re in,” he said. “Your law has no bearing over us.”
                  “Why?” Callie asked. “What are you?” She didn’t really want to know. But she had seen enough James Bond movies to know that if she kept the villain talking, he was less likely to attack before she had come up with a plan.
                  “That is not important right now,” he replied. “What I need to know is this: when you say that you ‘saw it,’ do you mean that you were there, in the room, witnessing the occasion?”
                  Callie sneered at him, distracted. “The ‘occasion?’” she asked. “You mean, the murder of that girl? Yeah, I guess I was.”
                  “When?” the man pried.
                  Callie sighed and sank back against her chair. She was never getting out of here, not unless they let her go. She would just have to talk them into it. “Just now,” she said. “Only, I guess I wasn’t really there . I just saw it, like you see a dream. I don’t know. But please, please , let me go. My sister needs me. I have a life back home. I’ll do whatever you want, just let me go.” She was trying to work all the earnestness that she could into her words, even though her blood was bubbling with anger towards the men before her.
                  The man sat back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of himself, his eyes squinted in thought. He stayed silent for an eternity before he finally delivered the verdict.
                  “No,” he said certainly. “I think we may have a use for you, after all.”
    Cha pter Three
    Deals with Devils
     
                  The men ha d retreated to a distant corner of the room. Callie eyed them angrily as she tugged for the hundredth time against the rope, less from effect than for sheer rage. She hissed as the tiny woman, who had reappeared moments ago with a basket of odd-smelling plants and tonics, now blotted the cut on her elbow with a yellow liquid. Callie hadn’t even realized she’d been hurt as she had fallen out of the window.
                  Suddenly, as she watched the woman work with effortless grace, Callie had an idea. Maybe they wouldn’t let her go, but this woman hadn’t been involved in kidnapping her. Maybe she could appeal to her.
                  “Hey,” Callie whispered. The woman stopped working for a moment, but then continued without glancing up. Callie swallowed, her voice a little hoarse from yelling, and shifted in the chair. “I know you can hear me,” Callie said. “Listen. I know you’re not involved in this. In fact, I’ll bet you’re just as opposed to kidnapping