Chapter 138

ANDREA SQUEEZED HER THIGHS together. She'd been here-how long? And she really had to pee.

Footsteps thumped toward her from her left. Last she'd heard, the guy had been on her right. She swung her head toward the sound, struggling to make anything out through the black fabric, but it was too dark.

She held her breath.

He was right there.

In front of her.

Thump-thump.

He was close enough she could feel his presence, the way the floor vibrated with each step.

A hand grasped the bag, catching strands of her hair, and jerked it off. Her head snapped forward, her chin almost bouncing off her chest as he ripped the bag away. She hissed at the pinpricks of pain along her scalp.

He crouched in front of her, the bag fisted in one hand.

It was dark. Night had fallen. But there was enough light from the kitchen to make out his face. He stared at her, his head tilted to the side, his hair falling over his brow.

Crazy.

He was batshit crazy.