CHAPTER 23
“Get up.”
She obeyed. Something hard pressed up against her back. She should scream. That’s all she had to do. Just scream. Scream and alert the Lindgrens. The police would come, and Kennedy would be safe.
Right?
Safe. Was it possible? No. He had a gun. The bullet would pierce her heart or lungs before she finished sounding the alarm, and Gino could dash out the window, climb down the tree, and be off before the police could give him any chase. Maybe they’d catch him, but with all the lights out in the neighborhood and the time it would take them to realize what happened ...
Kennedy held her breath.
“That’s right.” His voice was gruff.
She trembled a little in his grasp, and he tightened his arm around her neck.
“You run, you die.”
Kennedy had no trouble believing each
