Being taller than Lena, Jamie was able to see over her shoulder as everything unfolded. Three men in suits, all of them armed, all of them dead ringers for extras in a mob movie. A bad one.
"You never answer our calls," the first man said again, putting on a wounded tone. "It makes us feel you don't like us, or something. We finally had to resort to this to make you pay attention. Tony, please discourage our lovely guest from leaving."
Tony swung around and pointed his gun at Julia, and Jamie felt his stomach drop. This whole situation was suddenly looking very bad for them.
Roxanna spat out a curse in Greek when her cuffs wouldn't break, letting out a mixture between a yell and a sob as she sagged against the wall.