Chapter 7

“Neighborhood watch. Shut the fuck up,” was his reply. That silenced both of them. Dakota waited until the other two presented themselves and exited the house before speaking again. “What the fuck were you planning to do with the kids in that house? And how the hell did you come upon the conclusion that the place was empty?!”

“What?” his hostage answered for them. “There ain’t no kids in that house. There ain’t nobody in that fucking house. You think we’d be stupid enough to do that?!”

One of the newcomers chimed in. “And we’re not no murderers, neither.”

The first person to climb out of the window actually gave a real answer. About time. “No, man. Dude, okay. The family has kids, but they’re not here. We’re—we’re friends with the babysitter online. That’s how we knew they wouldn’t be here. She posted about it. She—she fucking posted about it. That the house gave her the creeps so the kids are stayin’ over at her place ‘til the owners get back. That’s how we knew, I swear.”