DINI DOVE OVER THE couch and rolled, coming to her feet at a full run. With Andy moving between her and the door there was only one place in the small cabin where she could go. The bedroom door had a flimsy, knob lock on it. She locked it just as Andy slammed up against the door and leaned against it, her heart pounding painfully against her chest.
The door shook under the force of another attack and Dini squealed, tears sliding down her cheeks. Looking frantically around, she spotted a small, armchair in the corner. As the door shuddered again, Dini risked leaving it long enough to grab the chair and jam it under the door handle.
She ran for the window and tried to open it.
It was jammed. Two bullets pierced the door and Dini screamed, giving the window one last, desperate tug that rel
