“Hello,” she could hear a tremble in the voice, but it was Jenny.
“Jenny, are you all right?” Amanda asked. As she spoke, she saw movement in her peripheral vision. From the doorway. She looked up to see him–the same man she had seen at Jenny's–standing in the doorway. He held a g*n trained on her and walked slowly toward her.
“Don't say a word. Just put the phone down.” Amanda hesitated, the phone still to her ear.
“Amanda? Is that you?” She heard Lynn ask anxiously.
“Not a word. Put it down,” the man said again in an angrier tone. Now he was just three feet away, the g*n aimed squarely at her midsection.
Lynn could hear the voice. “Oh, God. He's there with you, isn't he?”
Amanda spoke softly. “All right, I'm putting it down.” Slowly, she took the phone from her ear and cradled it.
