Chapter - 287
The BOOM of Crimson Sparrow's body hitting the steel wall of the container was a deafening, concussive sound that seemed to suck all the air out of the 40-foot box. It was followed by a ringing silence, broken only by the high-pitched whine in Sharon's ears.
Her flashlight beam, shaky in her hand, found Sparrow's crumpled form. He was a boneless heap on the floor, a dark, glistening trickle of blood running from his nose. He let out a low, wet moan.
"Rick…" Sharon started, her voice a horrified whisper. "My God… you could have killed him."
Rick clicked his own flashlight back on. His face was a mask of cold, unadulterated fury. The light caught his eyes, and they were flat, dead, devoid of anything human. He completely ignored her. He stalked over to Sparrow, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and hauled his dead weight up, slamming him back against the wall. Sparrow was barely conscious, his head lolling uselessly, his eyes rolling back.
