Page 115 (1/2)

“Where do you think the helicopters went?” I asked, finding the silence bone-chillingly eerie I tried hard not to squeeze Amsel so firmly to my chest

“Your guess is as good asof our airspace”

“Jesus Christ” Even his sarcas me I handed the baby to Rosa before I suffocated him, and then searched one of the hallway tables for a suitable weapon, settling on a silver letter opener with a sharp tip

More gunshots made me jump

Kyle said, “Laundry roo “I don’t see anyone else invading us Just—oh, shit!”

More of the sharp, ear-piercing popping and then Kyle erupted again with the profanity Dane crept back into the hallway, checking rooms as he made his way toward us

Kyle called out, “Price and A … Goddamn it!”

His head whipped around Our gazes followed Ethan and three others rounded the corner frouns drawn

Dane raised his ar aim at Ethan

“Dane, no!” I screamed

Ethan carried one of those rifles with the scopes on top I’d hoped to never see again in my lifetime And the infrared dot sett

led on the baby’s forehead

My heart launched into my throat

“Not Amsel,” I said to Ethan as hot tears rolled down my cheeks “Not our son”

chapter 19