119

"Get out of the trunk." The girl unfolded painfully, her knees and hands bruised from kicking, her fingers bleeding from trying to disconnect one of the tail lights. She squinted against the light, eyes watering. At least, she thought, I left some DNA for them to identify me. She tried not to sob.

118

"Leave the trunk." Jarvis jerked his hands away from the handle, but he hesitated. "Leave it."

"Yes, sir."

So the trunk stayed while the rest of the household was removed.

117

The rain rustled the leaves and tapped the roof, a welcome relief from the previous nights' heat. Sonja was pleased because she had repaired the roof herself; dangerous work without a ladder or the regular safety precautions, but she had gotten it done and it didn't leak. Her precious hammer lay next to her mattress. It had made all the recent repairs so much easier, and she didn't want to have it out of reach.