The walls closed in as Roland stood still, staring at the phone Taylor held.
They had Zoey. They had her in a tight spot, obviously with guns and knives.
Taylor trembling, took one step forward. “Don't touch her,” he stammered. “Don't you lay a finger on her else I'd make sure you pay. All of you.”
Silence stretched over the phone for a second, and then Zoey’s voice came through.
“Taylor don't,” her voice echoed in the background. “Don't do it.”
Crack!
A sharp thud cut through the line, following another masculine voice. “Shut the f**k up!”
Roland stopped cold. Did they just strike Zoey?
Heat seared in his chest. He folded his fingers into fists and stepped forward.
“Let me have that,” Roland snatched the phone from Taylor’s hand. He turned back to the boy still sitting on the
