Do you have to go?
Have you seen him before?Carson nodded. He knocked on the door the night Mommy and Daddy left, remember? The little boy’s expression darkened, the happiness of playing in the mud wiped out as he remembered his new reality.
But movement pulled Julia’s gaze back to the man. He was walking toward them. She searched her memory but came up with nothing except a weird, creepy sensation that made her want to get away.Let’s go home. She pushed the stroller in the opposite direction.Hey, the man called. I need to talk to you.
Julia walked faster. So did he. The stroller wheels slogged in the mud. Julia leaned into her task. Carson tried to help, clutching the handle with both mittens and pushing hard.I’m a reporter. I just want to ask you a few questions. He increased his speed.
There was no way they’d get away with the stroller bogging down in the muck. Julia reached into the stroller and picked up the baby. Run, Carson. I don’t think he’s a reporter.
One glance at Carson told her he didn’t believe the man was with the press either. Carson darted for his house.Nothing. He shook his head. You’re right. We need a plan. Tell me everything you saw.
They’re both armed. They had their own guns. Plus, they took ours.If that was Sam who ran from the back of Joleen’s house, he also has a rifle, Brody remembered.
Mick has a knife . . . As Hannah continued to describe their abduction, Brody’s hope sank. He and Hannah were still bound. They had one semi-sharp piece of glass. Their kidnappers were skilled and well armed with at least four semiautomatic pistols. How could he and Hannah possibly survive?Mac stopped at the traffic light in town and speed-dialed Hannah’s number. Again. No answer. Again. Where was she? Hannah practically kept her cell phone superglued to her hand, but he’d been calling her for an hour, and she hadn’t picked up.