I’d had no choice but to hand my bag over as if giving it up was of no concern to me. But now I was naked, stripped of the only tool that might give me an advantage over Bourque. My gun. I felt like a sheep being led to the slaughter. But no, that wasn’t true. Your mind is your greatest weapon. Danny had drilled that into me every day. If ever there was a time for mind over matter, it was now. Mind over matter, mind over matter. Wait. That was Lamont, not Danny. I plowed ahead, fearful as a mouse and determined not to show it. I was so focused that I forgot to look around the warehouse as we crossed one corner, then walked through a side door that opened onto a short hallway with four doors. “That’s far enough.” The man stepped past me, knocked on a door, and stuck his head inside. I could have attacked him then, when his back was to me for that moment, which showed me that he didn’t feel threatened. But of course he was unconcerned.
