Saving Brielle
He marches me, staggering, to the front door and stations me in front of the panel.
“Set it,” he demands.
My brain is swirling with whatever Rita drugged us with, and as I giggle uncontrollably Tony shakes then slaps me.
The memory of Pete familiarizing me with the setup surges to the forefront of my mind as I stretch my hand toward the keypad.
Remember, Brielle, this system has a panic feature. If you enter your code in backwards, the alarm will set – but it will also send a silent notification to us and the police. Okay?
Bab Populer