Best of Intentions
“Get back here, you little shit!”
A chair being thrown aside marked where the one hunting for her was, but Jessie wouldn’t come out of hiding. She knew better than to get caught.
Another piece of furniture was tossed aside, causing her to plug her ears with her fingers.
“Jessie, don’t make me come in after you. If you don’t come out…” His voice trailed off, leaving the threat hanging voicelessly in the air.
Jessie shook her head in silent answer, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.
If only she had used enough cyanide to work on him and her sister…