Chapter 24
Jacksonville Beach, FL
11 March 2011
Sean
AS I CLOSED THE phone and put it back in my pocket, I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and a pair of uniformed policemen appeared in the doorway. One of them was middle-aged and heavy, and the other was probably no more than mid-twenties and very slim.
“What’s going on here?” the older cop said.
“We were sitting here at the kitchen table playing cards when these two guys burst through the door,” Pete said. “They were wearing ski masks and had guns.”
“What did they want?” he said.
“Us,” I said, pointing at Paul.
“You?” he said. “Why?”
“My roommate and I were kidnapped in December, but we escaped. They’re probably working for the same people. Call Captain Martin at the sheriff’s office, he has the whole story—my friend
