One more surprise for Reva

R eva realized she must have blacked out.

Blinking her eyes, she glanced around. She was sitting now. Beside Pam. In one of the two folding chairs. A steady throb of pain shot up her arm.

She tried to stand up. Then realized she was tied at the waist. Tied to the chair. Her hands still tied behind her.

The angry white glare had disappeared. Everything seemed in soft focus now, slightly blurred.

Tied up beside her, Pam mouthed the words, Are you okay?

Reva furrowed her forehead. She tried to shrug, but the pain was too great.

Okay? Am I okay?

The question didn’t make any sense to her. No sense at all.

How could I be okay?

Struggling to focus, she gazed around the room.

Danny hovered by the door, glancing out nervously.

The girl and Pres stood against the wall, staring back at Reva. “She’s coming to,” Pres murmured.

“I’ve got eyes,” the girl replied sharply.

“I told you we shouldn’t get Danny involved,” Pres said, eyeing his brother. “He’s out of control. He could do anything.”

Reva shuddered.

He could do anything?

He’s already broken my arm, she thought, feeling the heavy dread form like a rock in her stomach. What else is he going to do to me?

Are they really going to let him kill me?

“I said I was sorry,” Danny told Pres, his eyes still trained on the door. “How many times do I have to apologize? I just lost it for a moment, that’s all. I feel better now. I really do. So give me a break, Diane.”

The girl rolled her eyes. “Thanks for telling them my name,” she said. “Can we stick to our plan now? Now that you’ve had your fun?”

“Yeah. Fine,” Danny muttered.

Diane stepped over to Reva. “You okay?”

Reva glared at her and didn’t reply.

Diane pulled up a strand of Reva’s hair. She lowered her gaze to examine it. Then she let it drop with a sneer on her face.

“Go find a phone,” Pres said. “This place is giving me the creeps.”

“I don’t get it. Why did you bring us here, to Daddy’s store?” Reva demanded, wincing from the pain in her broken arm.

“It’s the last place anyone would look,” Diane told her, walking to the door.

“No one uses these storage rooms,” Pres confided. “No one ever comes back here. I checked it all out.” He seemed really pleased with himself.

“So go call Dalby,” Danny urged Diane. “Tell him where to drop the money.”

“Yeah. Then we can get out of here,” Pres agreed.

“But what about us?” Reva asked. She glanced beside her at Pam. Pam was staring intently at Pres, as if memorizing every pore of his face. “What are you going to do with us?” Reva repeated.

“Leave you tied up here,” Diane replied without any expression. “And gagged.”

“But—but—” Reva stammered.

“Don’t sweat it,” Diane said, frowning. “Someone will find you in a day or two.”

Pres snickered. He motioned for Diane to go make her call.

“I still think we should kill them,” Danny said, waving the small pistol.

“Danny, we’ve been over and over that,” Diane sighed. “You’ve had your fun, okay? You broke her arm. Now listen to me. We just want to make some Christmas money, remember? We don’t want to kill them.” She uttered an exasperated sigh.

“But why leave witnesses?” Danny demanded. “They’ve seen us, Diane. They know our names. If we don’t kill them, they’ll help the police. We’ll be caught.”

“No way,” Pres assured his brother. “We’ll be so far away from here, it won’t matter. Besides, I told you. No one ever comes back to this storage area. These girls could be here for a week. Longer.”

Danny rubbed his forehead with his free hand. “I guess I’m not thinking clearly. I mean, I always remember the old saying, you know? Dead men tell no tales.”

“Danny, this isn’t a pirate movie,” Diane said sharply, shaking her head. “It’s a kidnapping movie.”

Was that just a slip? Or does she really think she’s in a movie? Reva wondered. Does she really think it’s all pretend or something?

They’re crazy! Reva exclaimed to herself. All three of them. They’re all crazy.

She stared hard at the pistol gripped in Danny’s pudgy hand.

Crazy and dangerous.

“I’m going down the hall to call Dalby,” Diane announced, ending the conversation. “Then we’ll get out of here. Pres, double-check the cords. Make sure they’re tied really tight. We’ll gag them when we’re ready to leave.”

She started to the door, taking long, hurried strides.

“Wait a minute!” Pam called.

Her cry startled Reva. Pam hadn’t uttered a sound all this time.

“Wait a minute, Diane,” Pam called. “Let me go now. Untie me.”

Diane turned at the doorway and locked her eyes on Pam. “No way,” she said coldly.

“Hey, you promised!” Pam cried shrilly. “Let me go. Come on, Diane. You promised. You promised if I got you Reva, you’d let me go!”

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