Amara's POV
"Where are their bodies?" Elijah whispered.
His gun was still pointed at Mom's heart, but his hand was shaking now.
Mom smiled like she had just won a prize.
"Poor little Elijah," she said. "Still thinking about Mommy and Daddy after all these years."
"Tell me where they are!" Elijah shouted.
"Put your gun down first," Mom said.
"Never."
That's when Agent Thompson pulled out his own gun and pointed it at Elijah.
"Everyone needs to calm down," Agent Thompson said.
Now there were three guns. Mom aimed at me. Elijah aimed at Mom. Agent Thompson aimed at Elijah.
Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
"This is perfect," Mom said with a crazy smile. "All my enemies in one place."
I felt trapped in the middle of a nightmare. My mother wanted to kill me. The man I was falling for might be a murderer. And the agent who was supposed to help us might be working against us.
"Agent Thompson," I said carefully. "Whose side are you really on?"
His face went white.
