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“You’re an idiot.”
“No, I’m not. And I’m the authority here. You seem to have
forgotten that. Good grief, Johnson, how did I ever let you talk
me into this? This was crazy from the beginning. What were
you thinking? What were you…”
Bernard Reynolds never finished his question. Johnson
didn’t want to explain again what he was thinking so he put
both of them out of their misery with a well-placed shot
between Bernard Reynolds’ eyes.
***
“Wake up.”
Josie bucked and cried. Her cries were muffled by a hand
over her mouth, and her body was pinned by someone lying on
top of her pushing the breath out of her. Her panic was almost
unbearable until she realized it was Amelia who was doing
these things. Josie blinked but she couldn’t see Amelia’s eyes.
They were nothing but two black holes in her pale and narrow
face. Her breath was hot and her shushing urgent.
“Be quiet,” she hissed, sliding off only when Josie nodded.
Amelia gestured toward Emily. Then she pointed
downstairs, put her finger to her lips, and began her
pantomime all over again. Understanding what needed to be
done but not why, Josie put on her sweat pants. When she
went for her shoes, Amelia shook her head hard. Josie swept
them up as Amelia motioned for her to listen at the door. Josie
did as she was directed, but heard nothing. She glanced over
her shoulder to see that Amelia had Emily sitting up.
She put her ear back to the door.
Once again, she looked over her shoulder.
Amelia and Emily were ready to go. Josie reached for the
doorknob but Amelia frantically pointed toward the room
where Josie had first seen Emily. Josie shook her head