Danielle sat up in bed and clutched the pillow to her chest. She had heard three gunshots, two close together and the last one after a pause, and she wasn’t the only one. Chaos was unraveling outside her bedroom door like thunder before the storm.
She could hear Chip’s heavy footsteps storm down the narrow hallway towards the kitchen. Someone else was on his heels, adding to the soundtrack. Probably one of the men, or JC, she couldn’t tell for sure.
To say that her mind was spinning would be to say nothing at all. Danielle’s fingers tightened around the pillow as she wondered what exactly was going on. Had Trey’s friends somehow found them? Or was it something else? Another twist in the long line of shitty luck they had been having since their paths crossed? Other than a rescue, the othe
