“What the f**k is this? What are you people doing here?” He knew his voice sounded hysterical, not dripping with valor as he had hoped for.
No answer at first. After a moment or two of silence, a disembodied voice called, “You know why we’re here.”
It could’ve come from any of the twenty-plus people in Ben’s sightline, but he couldn’t pinpoint it. “No! No, I don’t know. Get the f**k off my property, or I’ll...I’ll call the police.” The amusement he thought he’d seen earlier returned in the form of raucous laughter.
“We both know that’s not an option,” called a second voice, this one belonging to a woman. She sounded British. “Come out and we’ll make it easier on you.”
“Just me?” A selfless solution rocketed through Ben’s mind. A series of whispers passed below before the woman spoke ag
