CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly as Sadie kept her eyes on the window of the shack where DaCosta had been shooting from. Since the back-up had arrived – the coastguards and a few deputized townspeople – DaCosta had gone quiet.
With the back-up crew forming a ring around the perimeter of the shack, there was no way that DaCosta could escape, and Sadie wondered just how long he could realistically keep this up for. It had only been just over an hour, but out here in the bitter cold, it felt like all day. She didn’t relish the prospect of being stuck out here at night. Maybe that was his plan, to stay put until they all froze to death.
The Sheriff had a bullhorn now, but his efforts to negotiate with DaCosta had only been met with silence. He was also refusing to l
