I stick a few arrows into the back of my jeans and load another one into the bow.
“She’s writing me a check, and then—maybe—I’ll leave,” he says. “After I turn her inside out, but you don’t need to stick around for that part.”
Kaleb, where are you?
The bowstring creaks, and I wince, waiting to see if they noticed the sound.
“Or you can stick around for that part, too, but me first,” he adds.
I blow out a silent breath, pinch the arrow between my fingers, and get ready.
“Here!” he bursts out, and I hear keys jingle. “See if that works.”
The bikes fire to life, and I realize they found the keys to the finished projects Jake is about to ship off. I don’t know where the third guy is, and a trickle of sweat glides down my back.
Just leave. Take the bikes and go. Please.
Just leave.
“We won’t get away with this,” the other man says.
“We will,” Terrance retorts. “They were lost in the fire.”
“What fire?”
I hear laughing, and I pause, letting his plan sink in.
Holcomb is going to threaten me when he finds me. I know Kaleb won’t get into any serious trouble for some damage to their property, so his attempt at blackmail failed.
So Plan B is, if I don’t comply, write him a check, and give him whatever else he wants from me. He’s going to take everything. He’s going to set another fire.
And he has two witnesses with him who will vouch he was anywhere else but here tonight. They’ll make off with the bikes, and the fire department will never get here in time.
I swallow down the bile.
Jake, Kaleb, and Noah built this place. This is Kaleb’s home. The only place he feels good outside of the fishing cabin.
I almost stop and reach into my pocket for my phone again. I could call the police.
But by the time I tried to alert them, Terrance Holcomb would be on me. And by the time they traced the call, he’d be done.
Shooting out from behind the armoire, I pull the bow string, drawing back my arrow, and shoot quick and sure, grazing the other guy’s shoulder.
He flies back, falling to the ground as the arrow stabs the wall behind him, and Terrance darts away, out of the area, stunned.
I round them, making my way for the steps of the house again and load another arrow, aiming for Holcomb and shooting fast.
I just want them to run. Just go!
He flies out of the way, crashing to the ground and shattering my end table into pieces in the process.
They scramble to their feet, the other guy staring at me wide-eyed like he suddenly realizes he made a mistake.
But they don’t run. Holcomb charges for me, and I scream.
Fuck!
I dart inside the house and lock the door, racing through the living room and up the stairs. I’ll lock myself in my room, call the police, and if I have to, I’ll escape off the balcony. I wanted to stop him