CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As I got to the top of the stairs, I heard the baby wailing. A room had been converted into a nursery. The husband was standing next to the crib caressing the crying baby’s head with one hand and pointing a gun at Rick with his other.
Rick heard me come up behind him and turned. “Lauren, what are you doing here? Go back outside. I can handle this.”
The husband waved the gun between us as I stood next to Rick. “You need backup,” I said.
“Both of you, don’t move. I’m taking Toby with me.”
They’d given him another name. “You won’t get far,” Rick said. “and you don’t want a murder rap on your hands by shooting us.”
“If that’s how it has to be, that’s how it has to be.” I saw him start to press the trigger that was aimed at Rick.
“Stop!” I shouted. “Why are you doing this
