Page 41 of Save Her Life (Sandra Vos #1)

FORTY

The fact Lonnie slept in a sleeping bag with only it between him and the concrete floor hadn’t affected his rest one bit. He had the peaceful slumber of a baby with no concerns weighing him down. Though maybe he should have some reservations. Things could take a bad turn today. But if they did, he’d cut and run. Just not before killing the girl.

He got up and saw that she was staring at him from where he’d left her bound to the chair. Her sleeping arrangements were far more uncomfortable than his, and her mind would have kept her awake.

“Well, well. Good morning.” He made a show of stretching out his arms overhead.

She said something behind the gag that he took as “Go to hell.” That only made him smile.

“Someone’s feisty. I must say that’s far more entertaining than a lump resolved to their fate. Because you do know what your fate is, right?”

The girl’s eyes shadowed, but she stared defiantly back at him.

Can’t say she doesn’t have spunk… “If your mother doesn’t come through today, you’re dead. Heck, I might kill you anyway, just for the fun of it. Maybe your mother too.” Speaking of, he needed to get to work in case the day took an unwelcome turn. If somehow Special Agent Vos or other feds got to this warehouse, he was only wise to stand his ground. And if they were occupied scrambling to save their own or shaken by the tragedy, he’d at least be able to get away without company trailing him. He had the perfect thing in mind to cause the utmost damage with a high potential for casualties. Worst case he didn’t get the gold, but he’d have some fun. Really, any way he viewed the day ahead, it held a sunny prospect for him.

Lonnie kept looking at the girl, and his gaze must have been making her uncomfortable because she wasn’t holding eye contact. He heard Dennis’s voice in his head about killing her, that she was just a kid. But those words didn’t impact Lonnie at all. People moaned about premature death of the young as if it were some grand tragedy. He could flip that another way. Killing kids made for fewer whiny and controlling adults. And from their standpoint, should he care to consider it, the child wouldn’t have to grow up to live a boring existence of slogging off to work and trying to make a living. He would be doing everyone a favor.

He took out his gun and traced the muzzle along the girl’s jaw. She refused him all eye contact now, and Lonnie roared with laughter before putting his gun away again and getting to work. He didn’t have any experience with what he planned to do, but the internet was a glorious fount of information.