The loud bang of a gunshot awoke Linz from her nap, and she sat up straight when she heard Kevin moan in pain and fall to the floor. Linz grabbed her clothes and jumped into them as she practically fell down the stairs in her haste to find him. "Kev!" she shouted.
She heard more groaning. "Linz..." Kevin's voice murmured.
Linz followed the sound into the den and found Kevin holding his thigh and writhing on the floor. She gasped and rushed over to him. "Kev! Pumpkin, who did this to you?" She gently touched the wound, and he cried out in pain.
"Brett," he whispered. "He's still here waiting for you...get out of the house."
Linz kissed his forehead and patted his cheek. "I'm going to get some gauze, I'll be right back."
"No, get out of here, Linz. Linz!" he mumbled as she ran deeper into the house to find some bandages. She hurried into the bathroom and started to rummage through the cabinet when she heart Kevin cry out again. "I'm coming, baby!" she said, sympathetic tears forming in her own eyes at the raw pain in his voice.
"Get out of there, Linz, he's coming!" Kevin yelled with his last strength as he fell into unconsciousness.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" a voice whispered from behind Linz.
She turned around, holding a box of gauze, and gasped when she saw a tall thin man who she assumed to be Brett pointing a gun at her head. She dropped the box as he cocked it.
"I don't really want to hurt you," Brett said woefully, "but I don't think I can afford to have you up and about."
Linz tried to back away but the counter was obstructing her path.
"Okay. Sleepy-time," Brett said. He aimed the gun
and shot it, and Linz fell to the floor unconscious.