Gideon nudged Rune from the fitting room, keeping the revolver pressed to her head. “All of you.” He nodded to Soren, the shop matron, and the gaggle of customers—who now looked like a flock of frightened birds. “Get behind the front counter.” As they obeyed, Gideon backed toward the rear of the shop, taking Rune with him. Under her breath, Rune whispered: “Left. The door is to your left.” She hadn’t struggled when he took her hostage. As if she sensed his plan the moment he put it in motion. As if she were handing him the reins, letting him steer them out of this.
