SIXTEEN
May 28 2:09 a.m.Derek Miller had regained his muscle control, but he still couldn’t move. He was bound tightly to the chair, hands tied firmly behind his back, with three women standing over him. One of the three was Barbara Gibbs, the woman he had held captive; the woman he came to kill. The other two were unfamiliar, but one of them had dropped her towel, while the other held a taser, which was the last thing he remembered. They watched patiently while he thrashed about, trying desperately to free his arms and legs without success.
After watching his efforts for a time, Amanda said, “Satisfy yourself that you aren’t going anywhere until we say so and then we’ll talk. Naturally, we have your g*n as well as this taser.”
He glared at the women angrily. “I will get you for this.”
