Adrian made to grab Melina's hand and run away again, but she shook her head and whispered into his ear.
"One hundred meters."
With those words, Adrian understood what she was doing and paused. He smiled and nodded, instead stepping in front of her as if to shield her from Henry James, the group of kidnappers and the Jack O'Lanterns.
"Maybe we won't," he agreed with a shrug. "But before you sacrifice us for whatever ritual you have in mind, you could tell us who wants Melina dead. She managed to guess that it's someone from the Franklin family. The least you could do is tell us who exactly. It's not like they'll know because we're going to be dead, right?"
"Hah! It doesn't matter. Professionalism is professionalism. And I know you're just trying to buy time, kid. Get them!"
