Chapter 3

Finally the white van began moving, very slowly, down the road.

“What was that about?” asked Rebecca.

Michael shook his head. “Let’s just get out of here.”

They didn’t live far from the park. In fact, they could have walked. But little legs grew tired and so did the arms that had to carry the little bodies those little legs belonged to. It was easier to drive, to bundle every necessary thing into the car and drive.

They had gone no further than two blocks when Rebecca noticed they were being followed.

“What do they want?” Michael asked, anxiously glancing surreptitiously into the side mirror

“Let’s just try and stay calm,” said Rebecca.

“Easier said than done,” Michael mumbled.

Why are they so interested in us?he wondered. A man, a woman and two children coming home from the park?