“Beth!” Tommy screamed. “Beth!” The girl's eyes rounded up on Tommy's. “Beth, is there anyone else in the apartment?” Beth shook her head. “Tell me,” Tommy badgered her.
“No,” Beth managed to croak.
“She says it’s clear,” Tommy shouted, but Jilly was already moving down the hallway, booting doors open, checking.
Tommy hauled Beth to her feet and half dragged her, half pushed her, to the side door. Beth was sobbing, “No. No, please no. I’m sorry. Please don’t.” It was like wrestling a snake, Beth's feet dragging and kicking. Tommy struggled to get the door open. She hit the light switch with an elbow and pushed Beth through. It was a small kitchenette, where Beth chilled the wine. Tommy swung the girl against the counter and her eyes widened as Tommy took hold of her robe and shook her a
