In the struggle, his mother grabbed the gun away from Sarah first, before he could get his hands on it. She pointed it at the woman.
Sarah let out a wild scream, struggling madly in Jake’s grip.
“Mom. Take it easy. Don’t do anything…” He didn’t want to say ‘stupid’. “Just don’t do anything.” He pulled Sarah’s arms behind her and ratcheted them together in a double loop with his zip ties before she could react.
When Sarah was secured, his mom put the gun on the counter. “I’m getting myself a drink.” She went to the refrigerator.
“Nick,” Grace said in a firm voice. “It’s too late…to move us. Get the bag.” Nick was halfway across the kitchen and into the great room before she’d even finished.
Looking around, he saw that Thea had managed to get to her knees beside Grace on the couch, but
