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“take care of the rest”? Kathy wondered.
    At that moment, she knew the men were going to kill her and Jack.
    “Steve’s got a few more stops to make,” Bobby said. “He shouldn’t be too much longer.”
    “Please don’t hurt us,” Kathy pleaded. How many times had she said the same thing tonight? Did she really think there was any chance that Bobby might not kill her and Jack? Once Steve called to say that he had all the money, Kathy knew that she and her husband were as good as dead.
    “Just be a good little girl and do what you’re told. Everything will be all right,” Bobby said as they entered the den.
    Jack hadn’t moved. He was still lying on the floor, but he was no longer moaning. Kathy didn’t know whether he was still alive. Bobby pushed her to the floor beside her husband. Only then could she hear Jack’s breathing. “He sounds terrible,” she said to Bobby. “He needs a doctor.”
    “He sounds fine to me,” Bobby said. He began tying up Kathy’s feet.
    “Please,” Kathy began again.
    “Be quiet, Mrs. Brown,” Bobby said. He gave her a mean look, a look that warned her not to say another word.
    Once Kathy’s feet were tied together, Bobby got up and began looking through the books on the shelves. “Looks as if you guys really like to read,” he said. “Me, I like video games. You got any of those lying around?” He began looking through the drawers of the big oak desk, tossing their contents to the floor.
    “Well, well. Look at what we have here.” Bobby pulled out a bottle of whisky from the bottom drawer of the desk. “Looks like you’ve been holding out on me, Mrs. Brown.” Bobby opened the bottle. “That wasn’t very nice of you.” He took one long swallow of whisky straight from the bottle, then another, and then another. “This is good stuff. No wonder you didn’t want to share it.” Bobby took an even longer swallow, gulping the whisky down the same way he’d gulped his milk.
    “What else have you got in here?” Bobby began digging through the desk drawers again, tossing pens and papers to the blue carpet.
    He doesn’t care about the mess he’s making, Kathy thought. He doesn’t care about anything except the money.
    She and Jack had to get out of there before Steve called again, Kathy knew. As soon as Steve phoned to say he had the money, Bobby would shoot them. Bobby might even wait until Steve got back and together they would finish off Kathy and Jack. Steve looked as if he would enjoy killing them both.
    We have to get out of here now, Kathy thought. But how could they manage to get away? She was tied up, and Jack was barely breathing.
    Kathy watched Bobby empty the last of the desk drawers. Then he sat down in the brown leather chair. The whisky bottle was now almost empty. Maybe if he got drunk, she thought, she might be able to convince him to let her and Jack go.
    Bobby finished off what was left in the bottle. “You got any more of this stuff?” he asked. Then he threw the bottle at the wall, and it smashed into dozens of pieces. Bobby laughed. “Oops,” he said.
    Kathy took quick note of the slivers of glass lying on the floor. One big piece had bounced under the desk. If she could get to it, she might be able to use it to cut through the rope around her wrists. Then maybe she and Jack could try to escape. “There’s a liquor cabinet in the dining room,” Kathy told Bobby.
    “Well, now, why didn’t you say so before?” Bobby asked. He got up from the chair and walked into the hall. Bits of glass crunched beneath his feet.
    Kathy saw that Bobby swayed a bit as he crossed the room. Was he drunk?
    “I’m not drunk,” Bobby told her, as if he could read her thoughts. “So don’t go getting any stupid ideas.”
    As soon as Bobby left the room, Kathy crawled toward the desk. A piece of glass stuck into her bare arm. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out and kept moving. She quickly found the large piece of glass that had landed under