Under the cold Stones by McNay Dan

Author:McNay, Dan [McNay, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: THE BOOK FOLKS suspense thriller publisher
Published: 2017-03-04T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter ten

She had a hard time falling asleep. All of this was too crazy. She must have dozed, because a loud crash woke her up. What was that? Glass was shattering on the floor outside her door. A window was being forced. She could hear grunts like somebody climbing in. What the hell? She was on her feet in a second. The shotgun was out at the cemetery. There was a broom and knives in the kitchen. A frying pan. She flicked all the lights on as she dashed for the kitchen.

“The police are on their way asshole!” she screamed.

She was grabbed from behind in the kitchen. The lights were off again and two guys had her by the arms. She kicked but couldn’t connect.

“Shit, Mujer-Parada!” one of the guys ordered.

“I’m going to scream my head off, you sons of bitches!”

They stuffed a dishtowel in her mouth. The big one slugged her.

“Calm down and you won’t get hurt.”

They forced her down into a kitchen chair. There was now a pistol in her face.

“Don’t move.”

Her jaw ached big time. She hoped nothing was broken. There were others moving in the hallway. All the lights were off again. Five women came past the kitchen doorway and filed into the living room. The way they moved made them seem as frightened as she was. She reached up to remove the dishtowel. The gun waved at her.

“No se supone que no se debe a nadie aqui,” the big guy said.

The other one shrugged.

“¿Y ahora que?”

“We spend the day, like planned. There’s nowhere else to go.”

He waved the pistol at her as a question.

She pulled the towel out of her mouth. Her jaw really hurt.

“I’ll be quiet.”

“Why are you here?” the big guy asked.

“I live here,” she said.

“Since when?”

“About three days ago.”

“You have to share it with us until this evening. When it gets dark again. You understand?”

Daydee nodded. It was beginning to get light outside the kitchen window.

“We rented this house. We should get a refund. Who told you could live here?”

“My mother owned it. She died.”

“You can give us our money back then.”

“I don’t have any cash here. I can go to the bank.”

“How about food? You know how to cook?”

She nodded.

“Rosa. Blanca, come help this women make something for us for breakfast.”

Daydee needed to make friends with these women. They came in and without really talking, made a stew with everything she had. It wasn’t really enough to feed six people, but they served up bread and butter and jam with it. Everyone seemed starved. Daydee went into an unpacked box to pass out blankets to everyone. The two women cleaned the dishes. The other two women in the group, a grandmotherly looking lady and a teenage girl both ate, but then sat on the floor in the corner of the living room close to one another.

The big guy looked at her.

“You have a bedroom?”

Daydee nodded. He waved the gun at her, so she led him into the bedroom.

“We are going to sleep now,” he told her.

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