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Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I ball my hands into fists. “They’re just children,” I say, pleading. “Let them go. You’ve got the rest of us. Let the children go. Please.”
“Yes, please!” The mother looks at me, gratitude in her eyes. “Just let my children go. I’ll stay here. Let my babies go, please!”
“No one’s going anywhere.” The gunman puts the gun to the mother’s head. “And you won’t say another fucking word.”
My God, what’s going on? They got all the money. The cashiers and the baristas are huddled behind the counter. At least they have that bit of a shield. The rest of us? We have nothing.
I melt into my chair, wishing so much I could disappear. I wish magic were real and I could make myself invisible, slink out the door.
I’m one woman. I’m not close enough to anyone else to talk to them and formulate a plan.
There’s nothing I can do.
Nothing—
“No!”
The mother yells and races after her toddler son, who has escaped her embrace and is running toward the door.
Then a shot. A fucking gunshot.
Chapter Forty-One
Ronan
Mémé’s premonitions have been wrong before, but where Mary’s concerned, I cannot take a chance. Besides…on a few occasions, her premonitions have been right.
“Pull over, Phillipe,” I say.
I get out of the limousine. “You’ll have to do this without me.”
“Sir?”
“Please. Stay with her. Make sure she gets on the flight. I have somewhere I have to be.”
Once I’m out of the car, I call Mary.
It rings once, twice, three times, and on the fourth I get her voicemail.
I don’t bother leaving a message. If she doesn’t have her phone or can’t answer, she won’t get the message anyway. But if she does have her phone, she’ll see that I called.
What time is it? Almost ten. Mary was supposed to be at work by now.
Is she still at home?
Where do I check first?
I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know.
Most likely she tried to go to work. She made a big deal about having to get back to work today.
I head to Treasure’s Chest.
The store isn’t open yet, but I knock on the window.
A woman comes bustling toward me. “We’re closed,” she says.
“I need to see Mary. It’s important.”
