“You’ve got a nice collection of friends now.” Justin started walking towards us. The gun at his side as he did, his brown eyes watching me. Ben tried to stand, but he failed, causing Justin to laugh even more. We were nowhere near anyone else since he parked farther out. Justin came sixteen inches from us, lifted the gun at Ben and Ben looked up at him. “Make this easy, sugar. Come with me or your boyfriend gets…” He suddenly dropped the gun and fell sideways.
“First off, that’s not her boyfriend.”
“Keith?!” I exclaimed. He was holding a baseball bat in his hand.
“No time for explanations.”
“Take her and go.” Ben said.
“What about you?!” I shrieked.
“I will sit out of view and call the police. He is after you, Rozy not me.” Ben stood with Keith’s help. “Between the cars.” Ben pointed as Justin started to move.
“Go!” Keith grabbed my hand and led me to his sports car.