Page 136 of Out on a Limb
“It’s not here.” The men in front of me seemed to stand, their voices moving above my head. “You can figure out where it is. You’re the one who lost it.”
I sat very still as footsteps moved all around me.
More than the original two sets.
Someone else was here.
Now I was outnumbered three-to-one.
Not great odds.
Why couldn’t I get kidnapped with Sylvia and Sharon? I feel like that would have been a more level playing field.
“We’ve got to go get ready.” One of the men was far behind me now. “You deal with this while we go prep the trailer.” A pause. “And we’re taking your car.”
A door slammed shut.
Everything was silent.
Quiet enough I would think I was alone if I couldn’t feel the weight of the other person’s gaze. It was heavy.
Angry.
But if there was one thing I’d learned from Andrew, it was that the more you kept your mouth shut, the less people knew what you were thinking.
And I needed to keep what I was thinking to myself. Just in case I came up with a genius plan to get out of this.
The silence dragged on, stretching out until I was ready to scream just so I could hear something.
Just so I could get out the fear building with each passing second.
Instead I took slow breaths.
And waited.
Finally a single sound. A foot stepping toward me.
The black bag over my head whipped up and away, taking some of my hair with it.
The light was brighter than I expected.
I assumed I was somewhere dark and deserted.
Instead, I was in what appeared to be a residential garage. The van that pulled up in front of the bank was parked in one of the bays, successfully hidden from anyone who might be looking for me.
That sucked.
The person in the garage with me stood at my back. Their presence there sent a chill climbing up my spine, but I refused to turn around.
Like I expected, my purse had been dumped out, and my stuff was still everywhere. Left by the men who took me when they went to ‘prep the trailer’.
Not sure I wanted to know what that meant.
More seconds ticked by as I waited for the person behind me to make their move. It got easier and easier to stay silent.
Especially when I could feel the tension in the space rising.
Someone was going to make a mistake because of it, and it wasn’t going to be me.
