But Ryan looked terrified.
Like he already knew.
Slowly he walked toward the door.
Looked through the peephole.
And froze.
One step back.
Then another.
Maya rushed toward him.
"Ryan?!"
He looked at her.
His voice barely came out:
"They're here."
Her eyes widened.
"Who?!"
Before he answered—
BANG!
A loud hit shook the front door.
BANG!
Another.
BANG!
A third.
Then a man's voice echoed from outside:
"Ryan... open the door."
Maya felt ice run through her veins.
Ryan grabbed her hand.
"Come with me."
"What?!"
"No time!"
"Ryan, WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"
He pulled her toward the back hallway.
But before they reached it—
CRASH!
The front door exploded open.
Three men walked inside.
One tall.
One massive.
And one carrying a black file.
The tallest one smiled.
"You knew we'd come."
Ryan stepped in front of Maya.
"Leave her alone."
The man laughed.
"Oh... trying to be a hero now?"
Then he turned toward Maya.
Opened the black file.
And dumped photographs onto the floor.
Dozens.
Pictures of Ryan.
Pictures of Maya.
Pictures of her house.
Her car.
Even pictures taken INSIDE their home.
Maya backed away in horror.
Then...
she saw one photograph.
