Where the fuck was Eric? He should have been able to get away from Ryan's mother, unless she had pulled a gun on him too. What was up with these crazy fuckers?
"I believe you're in the wrong state for the stand- your- ground law, Mr. Hodges. You'd be within your rights to shoot an intruder in very few states, but this state is not one of them. I'm an attorney and I can assure you that I know the law. Also I am well within the law to help anyone who is imprisoned against their will."
When they heard the word attorney, their faces both got meaner. This was one of those cases in which stating that you're an attorney did not help to diffuse the situation. Plus, the fact that I actually knew the law wasn't a point in my favor with them.
God, where the fuck was everyone? I didn't know if Ryan was safely out, if Eric was disabled and needed help, if Bill was disabled… and where the hell was the FBI agent? I had nothing except my wits and I was leaning more toward kicking the shit out of them. Still, I wouldn't get far with Mr. Hodges holding a gun on me.
Thank goodness Bill had a working brain today and fitted us with tiny video cameras on the plane. Everything was being recorded to cover my ass, and to show who killed me if it came to that. I was beginning to wonder if it would come to that, as Big Ugly walked towards me.
"You better get out you jacked up piece of shit. You don't know the law. I've studied the law, I know my constitutional rights. I can kill you if I feel my life is threatened. And you know what? I feel threatened."
He smiled and looked like pure evil. What kind of nutwing religious cult was Ryan's family part of? Big Ugly was getting closer. I could box, and was rusty with judo, but I knew those skills would never win against two guys in a small space when one has a gun. I also didn't know the layout of the house. I was fucking screwed unless someone showed up fast.