Chapter 14“Follow what I say or else,” the man with the gun said. The girls instinctively moved closer to each other.
If it hadn’t been for the gun, Anna wouldn’t have thought anything of the strange man. She probably would have thought Alfonso had an emergency and asked someone to help the girls. The man looked ordinary. No visible tattoos, no ugly scars, no needle marks on his arms. It was only his eyes—red and shifty—that hinted at what kind of man he really was. Desperate. And desperate men did desperate things.
“Who are you? Where is Alfonso?” Elizabeth asked, trying to stop her voice from shaking.
“Shut up. Follow what I say,” he said, waving the gun around.
He had a wild look in his bloodshot eyes and he was fidgety, like there were ants crawling all over him. Anna wondered what
