TWENTY-THREE
SEPTEMBER 26
Chris put her arms around her husband and held him tight. “I’m scared, Adam. It’s like I can feel them watching us.”
“I’m scared, too. Mostly, I want to make sure that you and Paul and Beth don’t suffer for my involvement with these guys. If you all come out okay, things will be right.”
“I understand your point, but that doesn’t work for me. I need you to make it through this with us.” She looked out the living room window to the empty street. At 6:30 on a Friday evening, neighbors were usually pulling into their homes to begin relaxing weekends. Tonight, there was no sign of anyone. It was if they were all aware that it was dangerous to be on the streets. Maybe, they too could feel the eyes watching. It was all about to begin, and there was no choice. They wo
