Aris tucked the barrel of his 9mm Beretta into the small of his back. "SEER'-sha." he repeated, having never heard the name before. The sound of it rolled off his tongue with the silky ease of a French kiss.
"It's Gaelic." she said, as if the fire in her demeanor hadn't already told him that.
This woman was no ordinary hostage, but then again, this wasn’t a run of the mill bank robbery.
