Page 169 of Capturing You
Still, nobody stopped them.
Not that he’d wanted to run into enemies, but where were they? What were they doing?
He had a very bad feeling about this.
So many things could go wrong. Somebody could be watching the yard from a window—he checked, though, and saw none opened or cracked. Somebody could be watching from the forest.
He peered both ways between the trees and saw nothing worrisome. His truck bed stuck out over the edge of the weedy lawn, the cab hidden behind the trees.
Leo and his fellow thugs had likely found all the evidence.
Forbes couldn’t worry about that. Right now, they just needed to survive.
Forbes gripped Brooklynn’s hand and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Straight to the door. You remember the code?”
She repeated it.
“Good. Go inside. If I don’t come right behind you, close it, and?—”
“I’m not closing you out.”
Of course she wouldn’t. “Go in and hide where you were the other day.”
Her eyes widened, and he couldn’t help his smile. “Spiders won’t kill you. These people will.”
She swallowed, nodded.
He held her against his chest, prayed for her safety, and said, “Go.”
She stepped out of the cover of trees, then hurried as quickly as she could on her injured ankle to the door.
No gunshots rang out. No shouts.
She pressed the code and slipped inside, leaving the door cracked for him.
Movement at the front of the house caught Forbes’s attention. He peered toward the driveway, where the dark sedan that had blocked the exit earlier was now parked, its trunk open. A man walked toward it from the direction of the front door, carrying…something.
Forbes focused on that object. From the shape of it, it was…
A gas can.
And by the way the man swung it, it was empty.
Fear choked out his breath.
The man put the gas can in the trunk, then pulled out something else. A lighter flamed in his hand. Then something else lit, even brighter
He hurled the burning object at the house. As it flew, Forbes had a sickening feeling he knew what it was.
The Molotov cocktail shattered a window and then exploded.
Yellow flames spread so fast inside that he saw the glow of them through the window. They flared higher and hotter, igniting the room from floor to ceiling.
Brooklynn!
He sprinted across the grass, not caring if anyone saw him. She was in there. She could be trapped.
He barreled through the open door, flicked on the light, and hurried down the stairs. “Brooklynn!”
