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“We have nothing to talk about,” Shelby said. “Give me the basket and go home.”
Still holding the basket out of Shelby’s reach, Lissette said, “I need to talk to you about Ethan.”
Shelby’s eyes narrowed. “What about Ethan?” Did she know he was dead?
Of course, she knew. It was a small town. Everyone knew.
Lisette knotted. “He wasn’t the one driving the boat that rammed yours. Let me in, and I’ll tell you everything.”
Shelby hesitated. She didn’t trust Lissette, but did she know something about the attack? Ethan couldn’t confess now that he was dead.
“Shelby?” Remy called out.
Shelby glanced over her shoulder.
In that one second she turned away from Lissette, the door she held onto exploded inward, sending Shelby stumbling backward.
Before she could right herself, she was caught by a man dressed entirely in black, wearing a black ski mask over his face. He spun her around, clamped an arm around her neck and pressed cold, hard metal against her temple.
If she fought to breathe, would he pull the trigger? Either way, she’d die.
“Shelby?” Remy’s voice called out. “What the hell was that—” He emerged from the hallway with a bath towel wrapped around his hips and a gun in his hand. He ground to a halt when he saw Shelby.
“Drop the gun,” said the man holding her.
Shelby didn’t recognize the voice.
“Do it, Remy,” Lissette said from behind Shelby and the man whose arm was cutting off her air.
“Don’t hurt her,” Remy said.
“I won’t if you drop the gun,” the man said.
“How do I know you won’t hurt her?” Remy said, the gun still in his hand, aimed at Shelby and the stranger.
“You don’t, but if you don’t, I’ll pull the trigger on your girlfriend. Your choice.”
“Do it, Remy,” Lissette urged. “Thomas isn’t kidding. He’ll put a bullet in her.”
“Shut up,” the man said.
“I’m only trying to help,” Lissette whined.
“I said shut up!” The man pressed the gun into Shelby’s temple harder. “Drop the damn gun.”
“Take it easy. I’ll put it down. Just don’t hurt her.” Remy bent to lay the gun on the ground.
“Don’t do it,” Shelby wheezed. “He’ll kill us anyway.” Her captor tightened his hold around her neck.
“Maybe he won’t,” Remy said. “I think Mr. Sanders is a reasonable man. We just need to know what he wants.”
Shelby had to do something soon or die. And she couldn’t die. She had to stay alive long enough to make sure Remy wasn’t killed. The thought of Remy dying in the same manner Ethan had been killed turned her stomach.
Remy laid the gun at his feet.
As he straightened, his gaze locked with Shelby’s.
She blinked several times, hoping he’d take it as a signal that she was about to do something.
