Trick and Abigail continued to listen to the sound of Ted’s footsteps walking around the office. It was nerve racking to hear the steps draw near to the bathroom door, then retreat over and over again.
Trick’s finger never left the trigger. He just waited with his eyes glued to the door. He forced his mind to focus on that one task and not think of what could have happened to his friends or where they were.
The minutes ticked by and still Ted did not enter the bathroom or leave the office. Abigail fidgeted a little, tired of being in the same place too long, but she did not leave her position or lower the rifle.
Suddenly an explosion vibrated the walls of the house. It had been so loud and violent, it could only be concluded it had taken place in the house.
In the office they heard
