Three seconds later, a crack of lightning split the sky, and the world went white.

Corrigan’s eyes glittered. Bingo.

Bonnie Blue knelt on the cold concrete, her red hair plastered to her skull, wrists tied behind her back with a zip tie that bit into her skin. Across the vast, echoey space, J-Mac was in the same position, his broad shoulders hunched, a thin line of blood tracing from his scalp down his temple. He caught her eye and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible shake of his head. Don’t provoke them.