Ten
Danny Johnson stood thirty feet away, looking down the barrel of his rifle at us.
“I knew you’d come back here,” Danny said. “My daddy is too trusting of cops.”
I glanced over at Lydia.
“We’re not cops,” I said. “We are private citizens trying to save the lives of two little girls.”
“Bullshit,” Danny said. “Where’s the cop?” He looked around.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“You came with a cop last time,” he said. “I wanna know where she is.”
“She’s back at the station,” I said. “We came out to find the girls. Good Samaritans and all that.”
“Cut the crap,” he said. “You came here to capture us.”
“Yes, just the two of us,” I said. “That would have been smart.”
I was hoping if we talked long enough, Sandy would hear us, stay back, and maybe get the jump on this guy. Or
