Chapter Nighty- Seven

“Don’t just stand there! She shouldn’t have to get to Emily before us!” Turner hurried Ryan, pushing him towards the door. Ryan resisted and stopped in his tracks, whisper-yelling at him.

“What do you expect me to do?!” He smashed his teeth.

“Turner, you’re stronger and more in shape. Put a bag over her head and drag her down to the basement. We’ll interrogate her there.” As much as Evans’s plan sounded rushed, they had to go with it. It was the only plan and it seemed like it would work.

“Okay,” Turner nodded, preparing himself for action. He suddenly turned back to them, “Which bag?”

Evans groaned and rolled his eyes, “It’s your house, you should know where you keep the bags. Damn!”

They frantically searched for bags around the room; raising papers, rummaging through drawers, and moving books and tables.

“Wait,” Ryan paused, “Can’t you just cover her mouth with a handkerchief or something? She'd still see our faces. The plastic bag is a bit pointless if you ask me.” He reasoned.