CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Shock ran through Carly’s system as she stared at the pistol leveled at them. She stopped herself from reaching into her jacket for her own Glock. Out of the corner of her eye she saw by Lyle’s slight movement that he was reacting the same way.
It was too late.
Fiore’s fast, smooth movement as they walked into sunlight gleaming through the picture window had caught them both by surprise.
“Put your hands up,” he snapped.
Carly exchanged a glance with her partner, who looked as embarrassed as she felt about letting this happen. They both raised their hands.
But what now? she wondered.
Surely this man wasn’t going to shoot them both here in his own house with his class doing peaceful exercises just outside.
Then she recognized the cylindrical black tube attached to the
