Chapter 18A second sound, like the one that had awakened her, was the only answer. Then a muffled, “Shut up,” spoken in a harsh whisper.
“Emily, don’t shoot!”
Angelina burst into view, clutching a blanket around her shoulders, the hem of her nightgown trailing. In the dim light, her eyes looked huge and her face drawn tight with fear.
To Emily, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, but finally a second figure emerged—a man, dressed in black, a white bundle over his shoulder, a bundle that suddenly began to wriggle and struggle, emitting breathless, muffled cries.
“Get out of the way. If you pull that trigger the girl dies.”
Jake. No mistaking that voice.
“Es verdad. It’s the truth—he has the pistola in my back. I heard a sound in Mary Ann’s room and went to see if she was
