“Pat, where are we? What is this place?”
“I’m not sure, Lorna, darling. I can barely see anything in this dark. The last thing I remember was sitting down next to you at the theater, on our private box. Then it’s as if everything went black.”
“I don’t know what’s happening, Pat. I’m scared.”
“Take my hand. I will find us a way out of here. Wherever here is.”
A low chuckle filled the room. The laugh was without any mirth. It rose in to an insane cackle that echoed across the shadowed walls. Lorna Hazzard clutched her husband tightly.
“You’re not leaving here, Mister and Mrs. Hazzard. I went to a lot of trouble to bring you to these docks. And the both of you will serve as a message to our enemies. None challenge the Black Legion. Those who do die.”
The shadows erupted with a staccato flash of lights. The shots echoed through the room. The first three bullets struck Lorna Hazzard, first in the right arm, then the left thigh. The third bullet erupted with blood as it ripped through her jugular. It continued through in to her husband’s shoulder.