Chapter 20

“He’s got her back there,” he whispered. “You know what to do.”

“Got it,” he said, and looked toward the trash container. “You go in from one side, and I’ll take the other.”

The dancer grimaced when the attacker pushed the point of the knife against her throat, and hissed, “One word, bitch, and you’re dead.”

Knowing she was going to die anyway, all at once a scream burst from her throat, its chilling echo ricocheting up and down New York’s asphalt canyons.

“You miserable bitch,” the man croaked while her body fell limp. Realizing she had fainted, he quickly grasped her hair and brutally yanked her head back to expose her neck. Just as the attacker was about to make a deadly slice across her throat someone grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind him.

“Not your lucky day, creep,” Eddie said as he grabbed the knife, keeping him from making the deadly slice. With a lightning fast move, he then grabbed the mask and ripped it off him.