Morris loosened his hold on me and it allowed me to straighten out a bit, enough to get a hold of his ears behind me.
I grasped him, lunged forward.
He flew over me.
Once he crashed down, I stepped on his chest to fly over him. Down the hall. If I could get out, get away, they’d follow me instead of continuing whatever they were doing. If I could make it to the woods...it’d buy time.
I only hoped he’d leave Jessica alone and come for me.
Morris groaned, getting up behind me.
There wasn’t much light coming in front the windows, but I knew the house enough, and followed Max’s barking toward the front door, the closest exit.
It opened before I could get there.
Max rushed in, snarling. He bypassed me completely and lunged himself at Morris behind me.
A hand grabbed me by the wrist, tugging me in the dark toward the opening. In my panic to get out, I let it guide me out to the porch and down the steps.
Out in the cold night air, the male figure that guided me was unfamiliar. Tall. Short hair. That’s all I knew.
Because I didn’t know him, I stopped, yanking myself away.
He didn’t reach back for me. “Go,” he said. “Go home. I’ll help your friends.” He left me in the yard, going back in the door and disappearing into the shadows.
My heart raced, now alone in the yard. Who was that?
There were two cars parked outside. One was Mr. Morris’s. The other I didn’t recognize.
I didn’t want to leave them, but once they realized I wasn’t there, and this new person was coming for them, if they managed to escape at all, they could find me out here.
I bolted down the road. I ran until my lungs burned, and I still ran.
I headed toward the lights of the diner. I made it to the lot just as two cars took the curb onto Sunnyvale at a high speed. One was a silver BMW.
The other was a police car, with sirens blaring overhead, chasing it.
Lose Control
Nathan
After Erica lunged at Mr. Hendricks’s waist, reaching for the pistol he’d pointed at their heads moments ago, Nathan swept a leg out, knocking him over.
And then the lights went out.
Hendricks flipped over, a boot connecting with Nathan’s knee.
Nathan flipped backward to get away from another kick and then landed hard on Hendricks’ chest, putting every ounce of weight on his body. He was strong, but at the pressure Nathan kept on him, he’d snap in two if he tried to get up.
Erica was scrambling around. Nathan wasn’t sure if she was looking for the gun or something else.
There was scuffling at the door. It opened and Max came inside. There were voices, one of them Sang’s.
Sang!
He did a push up off of Hendricks’s back so he could stand up, but the moment he did, Hendricks rolled over and connected again with a boot, this time at his thigh close to his groin.
Nathan flew backward, unable to ignore the pain this time, but adrenaline keeping him upright. He twisted, trying to scrape his way across the floor. The man was as strong as an ox.
Sang needed to get out. It was too dark in the area to see who left and who was still inside.
Erica broke away, heading to the foyer. “Good Max, hold him.”
Before Nathan could see what was happening, Hendricks was upright, taking another swing at Nathan. It was badly aimed, barely popping him in the shoulder.
Another body, dark, lunged at Hendricks. It gave Nathan a chance to get himself upright, hovering over the two bodies struggling on the carpet next to the broken coffee table.
The man pushed Hendricks’s face into the carpet. “Get his legs!”
Who was he?
Nathan threw himself at Hendricks’s legs, crushing them with his weight. Hendricks struggled, cursing, his body contorting as he tried to escape but the two of them managed to keep him down.
“Take the restraints in my back pocket,” the man said.
Nathan’s eyes were adjusted more, and it helped that the front door was open, casting yellowed street light glow around them. He felt for a pocket on the man on top of Hendricks, finding ties like Sang had been bound with earlier. He used one to get Hendricks’s ankles together.
Erica suddenly careened out of the foyer just as there was a sharp yelp from the dog. Morris landed on top of her, grabbing a wrist and striking out at her.
Nathan dropped Hendricks’s legs and dove at him, tackling him in the waist to bring him down.
The dog was behind them both. Morris went down, Nathan on top of him.
He banged his head on the floor, or Morris’s skull. Time slowed as all he could concentrate on was keeping Morris down, away from Erica. Shouts around him grew louder. The dog was at Morris’s ankle, biting.
The light within the space changed to brightness as a car had parked in the yard, the beams shining in the wide-open door. It was joined by flashing blue and red.
Suddenly, the dog was pulled off by strong hands and a sharp voice penetrated the space. “Get your hands where I can see them!” The authority strong and deep.
The dog continued to growl, but it was tugged away. “Nathan!” It was Kota’s voice. “Get off of him.”
“Get on the ground, kid,” the other man’s voice said.
Nathan rolled off of Morris, out of the way, and he flattened himself, looking behind, aware of what was happening, systematic after years of Academy training.
A tall man in a cop uniform came forward, pointing a gun at Morris. Kota struggled with Max, pulling him away. Erica was on the ground, crawling back to sit against the wall and remaining there.
Morris groaned and put his face to the floor. Not speaking. Not moving.
Nathan waited as he should. Hendricks continued to struggle as the man on top of him was trying to bring his arms around to the front.
Hendricks shouted angrily at his face as his wrists were bound. “You’ve no idea who you’re dealing with,” he said.
“I’ve got an idea,” the man over him said, and he rose, looking back at Nathan and then at the cop. “About time you go here, David.”
“You told me you needed back up,” the cop said. “You didn’t say that I needed back up.”
Nathan blinked at the guy standing over Hendricks, recognizing Mr. Ramirez. What was he doing here? The cop he didn’t know, but didn’t they tell him they didn’t want police involved?
However, he wouldn’t complain. They stopped them. That was everything they needed.
Ramirez hauled Hendricks up, shoving him onto the couch so he was upright. “Stay there.”
Hendricks glared at him. “I want my lawyer.”
“You’ll get one,” Ramirez said, he went to Morris, putting a hand on his arm. “Do I need to tie you up, too, or are you going to behave now?”
“Get him in cuffs,” the cop said. He kept his gun on Morris while Ramirez approached and got him to stand. “I’m going to have to anyway when I take them out of here.” He looked over his shoulder at Kota. “Anyone else here?”
“My sister,” he said. “She’s probably in her room.”
“Once he’s bound, come with me to find her.” He nodded to Nathan and then Erica. “I need both of you outside. Stand in the light where I can see you.”
Nathan rose slowly, keeping his hands visible but did as he was told. It was odd the cop was alone. But if Ramirez called him in, maybe they weren’t expecting a fight like this when they arrived.
As soon as Nathan could, he joined Erica, throwing an arm around her shoulders and walked out with her.