Ally’s POV
My anxiety grew bigger and bigger as we drove back to the house.
The drive back for some reason seemed way longer than the drive to the warehouse.
My entire body was tense. My legs jumped up and down along with the anxiety and tension rising and I had a hard time staying put. Why was this going so slow?
“Could you stop moving?” Brody sneered, clearly affected by my movements.
“Could you drive any slower?” I snapped.
“I am driving as fast as I possibly can!” he exclaimed.
Dylan had pulled out his gun, reloading it in the process.
“What did you mean when you said he is in the house?” he demanded to know, in a rough tone.
This was clearly getting to him, and I didn’t blame him.
“The shooter was stalling us. He told me that the whole purpose of the shooting, was to
