Michael
I recognise the face of James' guard, the one they're calling Hickman. I've seen it before in the photo Klempner identified; Baxter's henchman.
He shoves James towards us, James shooting him a look that would knock flies from the air, before squatting down by Charlotte. He runs a finger over her cheek. "Sorry we took so long to get here."
She returns the gesture. "They've hurt you."
James' brows rise. His head tilts. "They've hurt me?"
I struggle out from behind her. "James, take my place, support her. I need a look at what's happening."
He manoeuvres to sit behind Charlotte, his back against the wall, kissing her rank hair as he supports her against himself.
And now, kneeling between her open legs and with a decent view, I can see Cara's head is all but out. "I think one more good push will do it, Babe."
Baxter waves the barrel of his pistol at Klempner. "On your knees. Hands behind your head."