The cold metal barrel of the gun pressed hard against little Lily's trembling head. Victor smiled a wicked, ugly smile, his finger tightening slowly around the trigger as he looked down at Clara kneeling in the dust.

Clara felt her whole world stop. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Her heart felt like it was tearing right out of her chest.

Before Victor could pull the trigger, a loud, thunderous roar shook the ground beneath them.

The heavy wooden double doors of the old textile factory exploded outward in a shower of flying splinters and dust. A massive black SUV roared through the shattered entrance,...