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Mick guided Beth to the pier and pulled her to him, lowering his head to her
ear. "We're being watched. Don't turn around." Beth instinctively placed her
hands on his waist as her pulse took a sudden spike.
"How long?" She whispered back.
"Since Ryder's apartment." Mick placed a caressing hand behind her neck and
guided her forehead to his chin, acting as if he was embracing her.
"Are they still watching?" She said as her hands went up his back from under
his duster, pulling herself closer to him.
"For now." His eyes kept the two men in site. Mick's gentle touch continued
from her neck to her shoulders, he wanted to calm her, reassure her.
"Mick what's wrong?" Pulling one hand up, she examined the blisters and
rubbed at something shiny that was all over his palms. "What is this
stuff?" Seconds passed before she made the connection between his condition
and the substance she was trying to wipe away. "Oh, my God, this is
silver!" He didn't respond and she shook his hand frantically. "Mick your
hands."
As smoke rolled from the warehouse, a figure could be seen stepping from the
black smoke. Recognizing Mick, Beth let out a haggard sigh and ran
immediately for him. Smoke was billowing from his back, he was coughing and
his face was black with suet. Beth stopped just before him as she realized
he was carrying a headless body.