Then he threatened to cut the baby out himself if I made another sound.
The basement door exploded inward.
The first person through it was one of the dinner guests.
She held a gun low, pointed safely away from me, and wore a body camera with a red recording light.
Two more guests entered behind her.
Their ordinary dinner clothes were rumpled from the rush.
The transformation was so sudden that Marcus did not understand it at first.
He turned toward them with the same irritated expression he used when someone interrupted him at home.
Then the first agent ordered him to step away from the cage and show his hands.
The performance left his face.
Not all at once.
Marcus tried to hold on to it.
He pointed at me and said I was unstable.
He claimed I had locked myself inside.
He said the blood was from labor and that the people in the basement were overreacting to a private medical emergency.
