No Hope In New Hope (Samantha Jamison Mystery Book 7) - Plot & Excerpts
Good. He didn’t know where the key was and I wasn’t about to offer to show him. I could easily open a deadbolt, even at a dead run. I’ve had experience in running out of houses: some were better than others. I turned to him, stalling. “Are we doing lunch or what?” “Don’t do or say something you’re going to regret.” “I’m already regretting coming here. Now what?” He waved his gun. “Keep going toward the hallway.” I glanced ahead, assessing the doors that might enable my escape: probably still key-locked, like they were when we left the house that morning. And the key to open them was attached to the Jeep keys still dangling in the ignition. What was he planning to do? A few steps into the hallway he said, “Stop!” Like a smart girl with a gun to her back, I did. “And?” “Wait a sec,” he said. I stole a glance back. He was looking at a painting then turned to the opposite wall and looked at another one. What the…? “Move,” he then said, nudging me forward with his gun.
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