“I can hear you, you sick bastards,” a female voice cried from behind the door. “You kill us, and I swear to God I’ll kill every one of you.” There was another temporary halt to movement and speech. Reyes’s lips curled in a wry grin. “An impossible feat, but I would almost like to see her try.” Feminine fists beat against the frame. “Let us go! Let us go, do you hear me?” “We hear you, woman,” Reyes said. “I’m sure the dead hear you, as well.”
