They sat across from each other at the table. Kiara said a quick prayer, and the feast began.
Kiara had made sunny-side-up eggs, bacon, and hash browns--the perfect breakfast, in her opinion. While Selana didn't speak too much, it was pretty obvious by the way she shoveled the food into her mouth that she approved of it.
Afterwards, Selana sat silently at the table while Kiara cleared off the table. Kiara wondered at her manners--she took huge bites when she ate (but maybe she was just really hungry), and now she didn't even volunteer to help with the dishes. Ah, well. Kiara opened the dishwasher to load it.
HONK! HOOOOOOOOONK!
That was definitely not a goose. Selana jumped up. "That's him. Well, thanks for the food," she tossed back over her shoulder as she headed for the front door.
Kiara hurried after her to see her off. She caught up with her at the door as Selana turned the doorknob.
A red Mercedes sat in the driveway, the motor purring. "Well, goodb--" Kiara began, but was cut off by a shout.
"FREEZE!"
Several policemen ran toward the driveway, guns aimed at the Mercedes and Selana. Selana grabbed Kiara with one arm, the other pulling out a gun. "Don't come any closer!"
The police froze, guns now trained on Kiara.
"Good. Now drop your weapons."
Like trained dogs, the policemen dropped their guns.
"Ok. I'll be leaving now. You try anything, she dies," Selana said with a smirk, edging over to the car. A man inside opened the passenger door. Selana, keeping Kiara between her and the police, slid into the car and jerked Kiara after her. She slammed the door shut and shouted, "GO!"
Kiara's head hit the headrest as the man slammed on the gas, driving right across the lawn and onto the road.
At first no one in the Mercedes spoke. Kiara was too afraid for her life to say anything, and words weren�t needed between the two criminals. From the way they shot glances and glares at one another, Kiara assumed that they weren�t very close.
�Eric, they�re gaining on us. We have nowhere to go.� Selana said matter-of-factly, looking out the back window.
Eric glanced at Selana, and this time Kiara finally got a good look at his eyes. They were a deep ocean-blue color. Kiara would have found him handsome if he wasn�t one of her captors. �Don�t worry, sister, I already planned this. I�m always prepared for you to make a mistake.� He said calmly. He took a sharp turn once they got into the city, and Kiara recognized where they were. Ahead of them was a tunnel that Kiara knew branched out into almost 10 different roads.
Eric glanced in her direction and glared at her. �Blindfold your hostage, Sel. We can�t have her knowing where we�re going.�
Selana quickly followed his orders, but Kiara already knew what they were planning. In the tunnel Eric probably had identical cars waiting, and once they entered the tunnel, the police wouldn�t have any idea which car they were chasing. And there weren�t nearly enough police cars to track them all.
After about an hour or so of driving, Eric stopped the car and glanced over at Selana and her hostage. "Put her in the back," he said tersely.
Selana glared at him. "Why can't you?"
Eric rolled his eyes. "Don't ask questions. Just do it."
Selana's eyes burned a hole through Eric as she opened the door and pushed Kiara out. "Move it. And don't try to make this harder than it is," she said, jerking Kiara's arms behind her back and propelling her toward the trunk.
Kiara obeyed, but only because it seemed the only logical choice. Even if these people were criminals, she hadn't seen them kill anyone yet. If she was lucky, she could still find a way out of this.
Eric popped the trunk and Selana gave Kiara the use of her arms. "Get in." Kiara did so, hearing Selana pull something out that something out that sounded like rope. Then Selana pulled her arms back behind her and tied and wrists and ankles together, much like a cowboy would tie a calf's legs. Then the trunk was slammed shut and all was silent.
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