Chapter 22

But his hard voice stopped me. “You fucking turn around and I’ll blow your head off.” He sounded a little strange, as though he was trying to make his voice lower than it actually was. How old was this guy?

Then his words hit me. It was a gun he’d pushed into my side. A gun. How could this be happening to me?

“All right,” the man said, after we were inside. He kept shoving me. “Stand there and face the wall.”

I hadn’t seen his face.

But I obeyed him. Facing the wall, I heard him walking around nearby, breathing hard, obviously pumped with adrenaline, and then I heard him talking low to someone. On the phone maybe? Seconds later, there was the sound of the back patio door sliding open. “Get in here,” the man said to someone walking up to the entrance where we were.

“Well, tie him the fuck up!” another male voice said. This guy sounded more excited. “Here!” He must have thrown something at the man close to me, and I stiffened, ready for anything, but prepared for nothing.