In fifteen minutes...
Fifteen minutes was enough time to make quick and dirty takedowns if you weren't worried about broken skulls or the possibility of leaving the targets as oversized door stops. Which Sammy wasn't.
Four men sprawled unconscious on the floor, wrists and ankles cuffed with zip strips. One of them was the man she'd found holding a gun on Mrs. Landon. He might have more bruises about the head and neck than the others, delivered with the butt of her Glock as a form of stress release.
The fifth found himself in an uncomfortable sitting position on the floor against the wall, arms cuffed behind him. Sammy left him conscious to answer some questions, but so far he wasn't being cooperative.
She used more of her seconds to check the house without Jessica's interference and found no one else. Once the basics were secured, she called Tech's phone to let him know it was okay to come in.
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