Emily Harper
"Shouldn't we... I don't know," I stammered, looking into Rye's eyes. "Call the police or something?" I asked after he finished talking to Mr. Clairmont on the phone.
He took a deep breath, still holding my gaze as he did. Behind him, I could just see the vehicles and the people passing by through the car's window. In an instant, it occured to me that outside our tiny, little bubble, the world continued to go on.
Rye cleared his throat, plucking me out of my trance and said, "We could." He made a face and shrugged. "But I reckon the police would not be able to do much with just these pictures."
"What do you mean they couldn't do much? As you said, this is clearly a threat."
"Well, not in the eyes of the law. They'll just see this a prank or something as there's no attac
