Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-Two

A third man came at her with a broken bottle. Bea sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and twisted until he dropped the weapon. Then she drove her knee straight into his gut with enough force to lift him off the ground. He folded, gasping, and hit the dirt. She was doing great, but he was also glad the men weren't trained in fighting, because she could still get hurt.

"Bea!" Beckett shouted, clearing t