The Abduction of Hui-Chien Song (Hologram #3)
Nancy Miller
A white prison van with dark, tinted windows and a smashed-up front end sat in the ditch.
Two male convicts started up the embankment, heading toward the patrol car.
Hui-Chien swallowed hard; they were almost on her. The gun. Get the gun. Heart slamming, Hui-Chien reached for the weapon and froze as the door squeaked open.
Yanked backwards by her collar, a thick arm covered in tatts plucked her from the car and held her up like a rabbit pulled from a hat. “Hey, Hasan, look what I found!” The giant convict let out a hearty laugh. “It’s a little girl cop.” He squinted at the patch on her shoulder and chuckled. “A little cop-cadet.”
She was in trouble. Big trouble.