CHAPTER FORTY-FIVEJessica
I unbuckled the belt, slid it out slowly and held it at arm’s
length, between finger and thumb.
“Drop it!” Billy said.
I released the belt. It coiled to a heap on the ground.
Where the hell are they? Anyone?
He grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the car.
The last thing I intended to do was get in that car. “Billy,
why are you doing this?” I asked, stalling for time.
His face loomed close, his eyes ablaze. “Because some people
will pay more for secrets.”
My whole body trembled. “Billy, I don’t have any secrets.”
He lowered his gaze, his lips curled down with disappointment,
then raised his eyes to me, fiery with renewed anger.
He aimed the gun and I grabbed his arm, out of instinct,
throwing my weight into it and fighting to keep it pointed away.
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