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Unable to tear my eyes away from what’s happening on the screen, I have no idea what she’s talking about.
Out of nowhere, a car barrels into the three cars parked on the street, knocking the two men trying to sneak up on James off their feet.
The picture switches to the backyard, and I want to scream.
Until I see two more men climbing over the back fence.
Checking the second screen, I see that James is up now, shooting out the window. Completely unaware of the men coming up behind him.
I have less than a second to make a decision.
Quickly setting Abel down, I tell Sonya, “Stay here, protect the babies!”
Then I rush over to the safe room door and shove the handle down to push it open.
It’s a lot harder to push the door open from the inside for some reason than it was to close it. The damn door is so heavy, it feels like it takes forever to open. Fighting me every inch as if it doesn’t want me to leave.
Tears of worry and frustration stinging my eyes, I push with everything I have until I create a gap big enough to squeeze through. My ribs bending painfully, I wiggle my way through the crack and race to the bottom of the stairs.
“The backyard, James! Behind you!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
A few moments later, multiple shots ring out, and I can only hope James heard me in time.
Knowing better than to go up the stairs and get my ass shot, I run back to the safe room to check the camera feeds.
Squeezing back through the crack between the door and wall, I pull hard on the door, expecting it to resist me, but it slams easily.
The bones in my arms vibrating from the force of the door slamming, I spin around and run up to the screens.
My eyes lock on the second screen, searching for James.
But he’s gone. No longer crouched below the window.
All that’s left is a small, dark puddle.
“Oh no,” I cry, my stomach clenching painfully.
Did they get James?
I look at the fourth screen but it’s blank. Either the feed is messed up or the camera is gone…
“What? What’s wrong?” Sonya asks.
“Where is he?!” I screech and resist the urge to punch the keyboard.
“Who?” Sonya asks.
Is she serious?
I twist around to snap at her, “James! Where is he? Did you see what happened?”
Sonya shakes her head. “No. I was too busy looking at all of these…”
Hefting up an army green duffle bag stuffed full of guns, she grins at me.
My eyes go wide. “Where did you find that?”
Sonya gently lowers the bag down to the bed. “Hidden underneath the mattress.”
