Concealed
Mom's hand on Terra’s thin arm became tighter and Terra prepared for her mother to throw her back onto the porch.
The intruder, however, sees it as well and takes a step closer, the gun now inches from Terra's face.
Terra crossed her eyes to stare at the barrel and the queasiness in her stomach became more prominent as the color drained from her face.
“If you want her alive, you better not do anything but agree and grab your devices.”
Bright blue and red lights encompass the streets, about ten cars swarming around the small, cracked driveway.
The intruder looks stunned as he lowers his hand, his gun once again pointing at the cement. Swarms of uniformed officers buzz out of their cars, tucki