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.
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