Luci stopped the car when only the width of the side road separated her car from Maxwell’s. She shut off the motor, then her headlights, when he shut off his.
He got out.
She got out.
“Give me the money,” he snarled, the white of his eyes showing all around the irises, even in the half-light from the streetlight.
“Give me my aunts.”
“Happy to.” His gave a twitchy grimace, then turned and yanked open the rear door of the car. “Get outta the car.”
Luci heard a familiar and most welcome twittering precede the first aunt’s egress. The twitch got worse when she extended a hand for assistance. She noticed, trying not to grin, that he helped her. He growled while he did it, but he helped them all out.
Miss Hermi caught sight of Luci. “Dear little Luci, Reggie kidnapped us! Can you imagine?
