CYNTHIA DRAGGED JULIE into a back bedroom, forcing her to take the sheet from the bed and tear it into strips. Julie’s stomach churned with every ripping sound. Her hands shook as she tore the fabric, knowing that once the bindings were in place, it would prevent her from any form of escape.
The woman tied Julie to a ladder-back chair, making sure it was impossible for her to move. “Now keep your mouth shut or I’ll have to gag you, too,” she warned. The crazed look in her eyes made Julie shudder.
She knew she had to remain calm. Vince would come very soon, she told herself.
“Where’s Tommy?” Julie asked as calmly as possible.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s in the other room playing.” Cynthia peeked from behind the blinds, probably watching for any sign of Vince or the pol
