Chapter 31

“We’re going to walk down to the brown car. I’ll open the door. You’ll get in. If you try anything stupid, I’ll shoot to wound but not to kill. Understand?”

“Yes.” Clay managed to whisper, his voice hoarse with fear. Clay looked around desperately as he unwillingly walked to the car, hoping someone—anyone—would see what was happening. The only person in view was a woman across the street pushing a stroller.

“Don’t,” the man said as if reading Clay’s mind. “You don’t want her death on your conscience as well.”