They are in danger!
Joanne frantically dialed Morgan's number. "Pick up… pick up…"
A click. Then his voice. "Hey, Jo—"
"Ian Walsh is at my door with a gun. Get out of here. Now."
"What?" Morgan's voice sharpened. "Jo's in danger—Ian Walsh is—"
"Morgan, listen to me!" Joanne cut him off. He sounded like he was readying for a fight. She didn't want that. She wanted for them to be safe. "He's armed. I've already called the cops. Leave. Do you hear me? Leave!"
But Morgan wasn't listening. "No way we're leaving you with that boozer," he said. "We'll fight him off."
Joanne's blood ran cold. Damn their teenage bravado.
"No!" she hissed. "He has a gun! This isn't a game—get out of here before you get hurt!"
The line went dead.
She cursed, redialing, but none of them picked up.
Her fingers trembled as she switched back to the camera feed. The idiots were sneaking up behind Ian.
