The killer kept his gun trained on them. Luigi debated whether the killer was close enough to jump. Could he knock the man over before he pulled the trigger? Could he throw something at him, to distract him? Could he dress slowly, to give the police more time to get there? Feverish thoughts coursed through his mind while he dressed.
“Hurry up,” said the killer softly. His quietness was far more terrifying than yelling would have been. Luigi looked at him under his lashes. He’d been avoiding the killer’s eyes so far. But he noticed now that the killer was staring intently at him. Luigi could feel his heart pound, and sweat prickled on his face. Terror made his mouth dry.
Cody’s mind had emptied. He knew that this was it. The killer had found him again. This time he wouldn’t escape. This knowledge gave him an odd tranquillity. If he was going to die anyway, he would do what he could to save Luigi. Narrow-eyed, he calmly observed the killer, waiting for his chance.