Blood really does run cold when you are scared out of your wits. My teeth chattered involuntarily and I couldn’t move my mouth to speak. A tug at the end of the leash suggested that Gracie was still straining. Usually her presence is enough to deter any problems I might encounter. Perhaps feeling the stress course through my body or because he was sandwiched between me and the Vendetta guy, Ty made a tiny mewling sound. For a minute, I felt my knees go weak. I also felt the tug of Gracie’s retractable leash. She was far enough away from us while doing her business that the boys didn’t realize the threat she posed.
“I didn’t carry any money with me.”
“Then you can give me your ring,” he said.
“You really don’t want to do this,” I countered. “My husband is a cop.”
The young man threw back his head—which caused his mask to move up slightly—and brayed with laughter. “Hear that? How stupid can you get? How’s he going to find us, huh?”
A low growl signaled that Gracie was on the case. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her trot around the back of the maple tree. In the shadows, she probably hadn’t been spotted yet.
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