Chapter 3 One Less
So they waited. The hostages were ordered to sit down on the floor and the gunman sat in chairs. Bogg didn't like being so low to the ground with the threat towering above him, but had no choice. He wished he could talk to Jeffrey. He could image how scared he was, alone under that table. He stole a glance in Jeff's direction every so often but couldn't see anything. That was probably a good thing. If Jeff could stay put and stay quiet, he'd be safe.
An hour later, Lucas left the room and returned with two boxes and a jug. He immediately poured himself and his partner a drink, then unwrapped a sandwich. The presence of the water in the room made Bogg realize how thirsty he was. He also worried about how thirsty Jeff would be. Their last voyage had been in a hot climate. Had he made Jeff drink enough before they omnied out? He didn't think so and he felt terrible as he thought about it.
As the other hostages became restless, the gunman told them they could each have one drink and gave them one cup at a time. The phone rang and Lucas picked it up again. "Yeah, we're doing it now," he put the phone down on the desk and walked over to the child. He grabbed the boy's arm and jerked him up and away from his mother. She had explained to him why he had to leave and he struggled to keep a calm expression. He did have tears on his cheeks, but they were silent. Bogg exhaled as he was dragged away, shoved out into the corridor and told to run. There was one less person in danger.