Chapter 15
Desperate, I scan the neighborhood. It’s early morning, with curtains still shrouding windows, porch lights still on.
Orson takes one step and then another, a deliberate move across my ward.
“Don’t move, don’t scream.” He aims the g*n at Malcolm. “Or he’ll be dead before you can take another breath.”
Next to me, Malcolm tenses. His grip tightens as if he’s building energy for an attack.
“Don’t think about it,” Orson says. “I can kill her just as easily.”
“If you kill us, the police will catch you.” The words emerge from my throat stronger than I think they should be.
“You’ve taken many things from me, Ms. Lindstrom, but not quite everything. I have ... resources, and it seems you are without any. Do you know what that means?”
I’m afraid to ask. My heart thuds, pulse roar
