Julianna had trouble looking at anything else. “He said police are coming, so we should leave. We’ll get Isabelle and take off,” Brennan said. “They’ll find you,” Detective Walker said, unemotional again. “We’ll tie him up and go,” Brennan growled. Julianna longed to run to her son, but forced herself to remain still and think. “No. He said the reinforcements are getting here soon. The moment they find him tied up, they’ll be after us. He’ll have to come with us. Wait, wait.” She ran from the room to her bedroom. The black-and-silver drawstring bag hanging on the door of her armoire would fit the weapon—and already held all of her money. Downstairs again, she inched over to Brennan. “Give me the gun.” In a louder voice she added, “I know how to use this. I’m quite a good shot.” Lies, of course.
