My stomach dropped like a stone. Through the speaker, faint but unmistakable, the opening riff of that shitty rock song Richard blasted on repeat, the one he'd set as his ringtone months ago, blaring from outside Mendy's front door. He wasn't in yet. He was right there, trying to get in.
Penelope's eyes went wide, pupils blown. "Mendy, listen to me, lock yourself in your room. Deadbolt, chain, everything. Evan, call 911 now. We're coming, Mendy. Stay on the line with me."
We didn't wait. We sprinted back down the stairs, taking them three at a time, nearly slipping on the wet steps. Burst through the lobby doors, rain slamming into us again as we splashed across the lot. Penelope slid behind the wheel, key already in the ignition. The engine roared to life before I'd even slammed my door.
"FUCK!" I roared, my fists slamming the dash so hard the plastic cracked, the vents rattling like they'd snap off. "FUCK FUCK FUCK! I'M GOING TO KILL THAT CUNT!"
