I shudder at
the thought. Sawyer bends and gingerly picks up the Glock.
“Should you be doing that?” I ask.
“Mr. Grey would expect it ma’am.” Sawyer slides the gun into a zip-lock bag
then squats to pat down Jack. He pauses and partially pulls a roll of duct tape
from the man’s pocket. Sawyer blanches, and pushes the tape back into
Hyde’s pocket.
Why duct tape? My mind idly registers as I watch the proceedings with
fascination and an odd detachment. Then bile rises to my throat again as I
realize the implications. Rapidly, I dismiss them from my head. Don’t go
there, Ana!
“Should we call the police?” I mutter, trying to hide my fear. I want Hyde out of
my home, sooner rather than later.
Ryan and Sawyer glance at each other.
“I think we should call the police,” I say rather more forcefully, wondering
what’s going on between Ryan and Sawyer.
“I’ve just tried Taylor and he’s not answering his cell. Maybe he’s asleep.”
Sawyer checks his watch. “It’s one forty-five in the morning on the East
Coast.”
Oh no.
“Ha一ve you called Christian?” I whisper.
“No, ma’am.”
“Were you calling Taylor for instructions?”
Sawyer looks momentarily embarrassed. “Yes, ma’am.”
Part of me bristles. This man—I glance down at Hyde again—has invaded
my home, and he needs to be removed by the police. But looking at the four
of them, into their anxious eyes, I decide I must be missing something so I
decide to call Christian. My scalp prickles. I know he’s mad at me—really,
really mad at me—and I falter at the thought of what he’ll say. And how he’ll
stress because he’s not here and can’t be here until tomorrow evening. I
know I’ve worried him enough this evening. Perhaps I shouldn’t call him. And
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me. Shit . What if I’d been here? I pale at the thought. Thank hea一vens I was
out. Maybe I won’t be in so much trouble after all.
“Is he okay?” I ask, pointing at Jack.
“He’ll ha一ve an aching skull when he wakes,” Ryan says, gazing down at Jack
with contempt.
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