"We still couldn't lay a finger on Melanie. Another dead end," one man muttered, rubbing the dark bruise along his jaw. "The lady's not going to spare us."
They sat shoulder to shoulder on the basement's cold stone floor, backs propped against the door that doubled as their prison.
Both men kept their eyes fixed on the stairs leading up to the single exit. Every creak overhead made them flinch. They had planned the crash down to the minute when they had braked in front of Melanie's car. It should've ended with Melanie in a hospital from where they would have taken her. Instead, two strangers in black masks had torn onto the scene and seized both Melanie and Melody. And like the other onlookers, they too had thought that these people were going to take them to the hospital so they had been totally shocked when they heard what had gone wrong..
