“Get in, driver’s seat. And your sister in the passenger’s seat. Don’t get stupid.” The crew stirred as the cold autumn air whistled into the van. Dick jumped into the van and slammed the door behind him, keeping the gun aimed at Nancy. He flopped down on the first bench seat next to his snoring co-host. Nancy turned to look back at Dick, eyes cold with contempt. “Now what?” Dick smiled, trying to match his captive’s bravado. “I just wanted to talk—” “A gun makes a shitty conversation piece.” Dick’s smile turned brittle and hard. “You were the one who decided a friendly conversation was out of the question. Now we have to do it the hard way.” Amy stirred next to Dick. She blinked away the sleep and yawned. “What’s going on?” Nancy smirked at Dick in the rearview. “Your boyfriend decided to stick a gun in my face since he couldn’t get what he wanted by sweet talking.
