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He’s right. I know he’s right.
The kid is never going to admit that.
He glowers at E.A., and I don’t honestly know if he’s about to attack him or threaten him again.
I have to do something, and that something needs to be now.
I step forward and scream at the top of my lungs, “Beth! Beth Moore! Where are you?”
The kid goes pale, drops the poker and shuts and locks the door.
“Oh my God, did you see that? He has her. She’s here!”
“Looks likely,” E.A. admits. “I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere with this on our own. We should call the cops.”
The adrenaline rush leaves, and I realize he was starting to get somewhere with Marcus before I got freaked out and started shouting out Beth’s name.
“Did I just mess that up?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “The kid was volatile. He could have tried to stab me. I was ready to fend him off, but you used your instincts and now we know.”
He looks pensive for a few seconds, and then he nods.
“I’m trying something. Hold off for a second on making that call.”
I nod, keeping the phone in my hand.
He knocks again, and calls out, “Marcus! We know Beth’s in there. Bring her out and we’ll leave. We just need to know she’s okay!”
We wait, and nothing happens.
“Marcus! If you don’t show us Beth’s okay, we’re calling the cops!”
“Fuck off!” Marcus shouts back at him. “Why won’t you just fuck off! This isn’t any of your goddamned fucking business!”
“It’s absolutely our business!” E.A. yells back at him. “We’re her parents, you psychopath! And we’re not leaving without our daughter!”
Well, that was a twist I didn’t see coming. E.A. shrugs at me. I guess it was his last resort move.
“Don’t make me break down this door!” E.A. shouts, slamming a fist against the wood so hard I can practically feel it reverberate.
I’m ready to call the cops. There’s no way in hell this guy isn’t getting arrested.
The door opens, and Marcus looks at E.A. “You’re not blonde. Either of you.”
“You think Beth is a natural blonde?” E.A. asks, shaking his head.
He takes a step forward, into the house, and I expect the kid to attempt to close the door on him.
He doesn’t. He just stands there, looking defeated.
“I never meant her any harm,” he mumbles.
“Where is she?” E.A. asks.
“Upstairs. Second room on the right.”
“Wait out here,” E.A. tells me.
