Free The Invisible Amateur by Amelia Price Page A

herself
stuck, unable to move further. Sebastian wasn't paying her any
attention, so she had to try and get herself unsnagged without
help.
    Just as she was
almost there, the string coming loose made her jolt. Instantly, the
light went on. She froze and pulled an apologetic face at Sebastian
when he turned to look at her.
    From where she now
stood, she couldn't see the patch of grass the living room light
had shone out onto, so she could only keep still and hope no one
inside noticed the disturbance again.
    Amelia tried to
count the seconds while they waited, and she hoped nothing bad
happened. Neither Holmes brother would forgive her if they were
discovered because of her. After a minute, darkness enveloped them
once more. This time she decided not to move. She would wait until
Sebastian was inside before risking setting off the light
again.
    An agonising
amount of time later he was by the back door and reaching out with
one hand to find the lock and handle. At the same slow speed, he
then turned to face the back door and crouched in front of it.
Several more minutes after that, he had a lock pick in his hands
and was about to start work on the door.
    The sound of a
loud crash sounded from inside the house, followed by loud voices
and running people.
    “Crap,” Sebastian
said and gave up on being stealthy. He threw his body weight at the
door, but it didn't do more than give a few millimetres. After a
second impact into it, the door flew open and Sebastian rushed
inwards. Amelia followed.
    It didn't take
long for someone to notice them, and an Asian-looking man came
through the kitchen door in time for Sebastian's fist to connect
with his nose. The unfortunate guy went flying backwards into
someone else.
    Before Amelia
could get close enough to even consider helping, two Russians came
into the room from a separate door. Both had guns, and they were
pointed right at them. Sebastian put his hands in the air, and
Amelia didn't hesitate to copy him.
    This had managed
to go horribly wrong in less than ten minutes. Myron was ushered
into the room only a few seconds later. Blood dripped from his
nose, and he gave Amelia an angry look when he saw her, but
otherwise remained his expressionless self.
    The men around
them talked in languages she didn't understand, but some plan must
have been made because they were then ushered towards the front of
the house, through the living room, and then up the stairs. Two
Russians went first, then Myron and Amelia, before Sebastian came
up behind them all. It didn't surprise her that the two men were
already trying to protect her in the limited capacity left open to
them.
    Once on the next
floor, Amelia noticed there were four doors off the landing, and
they were ushered through to one of the rooms at the back. She
tried to scan the others as they walked past the doors but she only
got a glimpse into one which showed a pile of beds arranged across
the floor.
    The room they were
taken into had a similarly covered floor, and she noticed there
were enough sleeping places for nine men. So far they'd only seen
seven, five Russians and two North-Koreans.
    The men pushed the
beds out of the way to one side and used twine to tie their hands
together in front of them. Amelia tried not to wince as it dug into
her wrists. Unlike the last time they'd captured her and Myron,
they weren't gentle with her. They'd learnt that she was also a
potential threat.
    Once they were
bound, all three were encouraged to sit with gun-aided
gesticulations. All but two of the men then left. She let a sigh
escape her lips at finding herself in such a position. This time it
wouldn't be so easy to escape.
    No one spoke, and
Amelia was left to wonder what had happened for them to get caught.
Myron appeared the worst off, of the three of them. His nose looked
swollen where it had been hit, and it still dripped blood for
several minutes after they had sat down.
    It didn't take her
long to work out that Sebastian was annoyed with