Jamie stopped, holding up one hand for quiet. "You hear that?" he whispered. He cocked his head to one side, and caught the faint, metallic scraping sound again. "That way," he said, pointing back into one of the darkened corners.
He was about to say something else, when the silence was broken by the hammer of a gun. "Heath," said a cheerful voice. "Just the man we wanted to see."
Roxanna could hear the voices of her captors, and she redoubled her efforts to try and get free. All she got for her troubles was a layer of skin scraped off her wrists, and a tiny trickle of blood rolling down one arm. She paid it absolutely no mind, even when more cuts opened on the delicate skin of her wrists and hands.