waiting out there and everyone else is in the apartment? All right, but I'd better get paid more for whacking myself on the head. Bye."
My heart thumped faster at each new piece of conversation until I thought it would start knocking against the door. Brandy must have spoken to Cranston, and they intended to take me for a joy ride that wasn't going to be so joyful. Well, he'd have to catch me first. I backed away from the door when I heard him step in front of it on the other side and jiggle the knob.
"Miss, you in there?" Brandy called to me.
I hurriedly walked backwards five yards so it wouldn't sound like I was up against the door. "Yeah. Is something wrong?"
"The door won't open."
"It's probably just stuck. What did you want to come in here for, anyway?" I asked him.
"Just to ask you something." The doorknob jiggled again. "Could you try opening the door on your end?" he requested.
"I don't think you need in here to ask a question, just spit it out," I countered.
"Did you lock this door?" he demanded to know.
His anger crept through his jolly policeman voice, so I crept toward the bedroom. "No, I'm pretty sure I didn't lock it." I must have had temporary amnesia. "I'm just going to lie down on the bed for a few minutes, so can we talk later?" Apparently he didn't want to talk later because he pounded on the door with his fist.
"As a policeman I order you to open this door!" he demanded.
"And as someone who wants to survive, I'd rather not," I quipped. He put his shoulder to the door and the hinges jumped a little at the first push. I raced into the bedroom, shut and locked that door, and ran over to the metal grate. The grate came off in my hands, and I slipped it beneath the bed. Outside the room I heard the front door crash open and the guy's feet pound into the apartment. He tossed aside furniture looking for me, and must have noticed the closed bedroom door because he pounded down the hallway and rammed into the entrance.
I lifted myself up into the crawlspace and prayed there weren't any spiders in there as I crawled my way toward the light. My hips brushed against the walls and reminded me that I should have used that Thigh-Master I bought last summer. Behind me the bedroom door broke down and the guy rushed into the room, but the picture had swung back into its place to hide me. I reached the end of the crawlspace and knocked aside another grate to pull myself to freedom. The body and cops were gone, and I glanced back down the tunnel. I could hear Brandy destroy the bachelor destruction, and a light appeared from the bedroom as he tore away the picture. His face peeked into the tunnel and I could see it was twisted with anger.
I scrambled to my feet and sprinted down the alley to the front of the building where I found a cop car waiting on the street. Inside were two policemen in the front seat, and I rushed over to the passenger side. "There's a guy chasing me!" I gasped out.
"What? What guy?" the policeman asked me. Brandy came around the corner and waved his hand at me.
"She's the one!" he yelled. That's when I realized I'd picked the wrong parked car to ask for help. I jumped away, but the policeman inside grabbed my wrist and yanked me back. These were the guys who were supposed to haul me away, and the crooked cop held me until Brandy grabbed me from behind. "Now you're gonna listen to me, you little bitch!" he spat out. He hauled me into the backseat and slammed the door shut behind me. "Now take her to the boss!" Brandy ordered the other two.
I sat up and saw the pair nod their heads. The car pulled away from the curb and the apartment building receded into the distance as they took me away from my hero and my one chance to get out of this alive.
Chapter 12
To say I was depressed was not only an understatement, but not quite the whole truth. I was scared nearly out of my wits which was unfortunate because that's all I had going for me. The gang cops drove me to a vile neighborhood a