A hand flew over my slackened mouth. I could feel my heart beginning to race. Sandra moved slowly in a way those FBI officers in movies move with measure steps and watchful eyes when looking for a criminal or raiding a place. She saw me and raised a finger to her lips to shut me up then gestured me towards her with her hands. I could feel my heart in my throat so I obeyed silently. She might have seen the fear in my eyes because she pushed me into the hallway where the gym was as gentle as she could.
“Don’t say anything” she whispered. “I think there are armed men in the house”
“Ar…..ar…armed…me….men?” I stuttered.
She smiled before saying “You have nothing to worry about. I am not here to hurt you”
“Who are you?”
She looked back at the living room reaching for something in her pocke
