Chapter Twenty-FiveEmily gripped Gerard’s arm with icy fingers, her heart racing. Her stomach dipped and rolled as nausea threatened to overtake her. She swallowed against the queasiness and prayed she wouldn’t lose her last meal. “Should we run?” She pitched her voice low.
“If we move, we’ll confirm their suspicions.” Close to her ear, he spoke at a whisper.
“Okay.”
The policemen unholstered their weapons. Pointing them toward the shrubs, they rushed off the porch then stood at the bottom of the stairs. One of them called out, “Show yourselves, and we will not shoot you.”
“Not likely,” Gerard mumbled. He squatted and pulled Emily to the ground. “Grab any rocks you can find. On my mark, throw them toward the house on our left. Hopefully, it will make them think we’re over there. Then w
