I hear a click in the darkness, knowing he takes the gun’s safety off.
“Don’t move. I’ll kill you if I have to.”
My throat becomes instantly dry. My legs tremble. The heart within my chest bangs against my ribcage. I try to breathe but can’t. I try to speak but can’t.
Bar turns on the bedroom’s light, immediately filling the room with a bronze hue. He stands by his bed with his legs ever so slightly spread, the handgun pointed in my direction. He recognizes me and places the Colt .45 on the night stand to his left. “Joey Redd, what are you doing in here? Did you use one of the secret passageways?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” I answer his first question, pause. I add, “I did use the passageway from my tower room.”
He chuckles. “Are you lost?”
I can’t help myself and observe hi
