Danielle's POV

'What could they possibly be talking about?', my mind screams, but I force the actual scream back down my throat. I glance at my sister, but she just shrugs, knowing what I'm thinking cause she's thinking it too.

The guy leans in towards Joey's face. "Look, kid! You're going to lead us to it. You're going to act like nothing is wrong, like we're coordinators or your personal stylists or something. Anything believable. If you try anything..." He leans back and grins an evil, vicous grin, a bone chilling laugh causing me and my sister to grab each other's hands. "Well I think you are aware of what will happen."

He motions for a tall, buff guy to grab Joey. The man grabs Joey's shoulder, and he winces in pain as the guy shoves him out the door.

As they leave I start to tear up, and when they leave I'm crying."Shh." My sister tries to hug me in this small vent. The vent shakes and we scramble out of there. I see Joey in the hallway and he gives me a "smile" or at least tries.

He knew we were in there and tells me with his eyes to go away. Not to do any stupid. Or dangerous. I shake my head, I can't let them hurt... or worse.

A thought hits me, my sister can drive us there. At the last second before we left the house, she had insisted she drive her own car to church. I'd never been more thankful for that than now. We tell our parents that she will drive us home later, and that we are going to have a "girls day", aka follow Joey and make sure he is ok. We're not lying cause we are girls and this is a day. So yeah.

"Ok see you two later." My mom says, cheerfully. If she knew what we were doing she wouldn't let us out of her sight. So we don't waste a minute, trying to casually fast walk to Reagan's car and act like everything is just peachy keen. Joey or the bad guys don't know that we follow them, we stay back as far as possible. Once when they slow down I grab my sister's birdwatching binoculars and pretend to watch birds in a nearby tree, when I'm really just keeping the black sedan in sight.

It's really hard to tell where they're headed, they keep turning corners like they're on a race track, turning back around, and stuff like that.

"I really hope Joey isn't getting cocky and playing tricks on them." I say, glancing at Reagan.

"Yeah, they don't exactly strike me as 'the nice, patient type.' She replies, her face muscles drawn tight and her knuckles white on the steering wheel.

Finally, they seem to reach their destination. And me and my sister are both surprised and very confused.

'Why would they be here?' Reagan asks as we find ourselves standing in front of ...... Of an old abandoned church it looks like.

"What could they be doing here?" I echo her, talking more to myself than anything else.

"I don't know, but I have a feeling about it." Replies my sister, her eyes gleaming.

We follow them quietly, but they are both too focused to notice us and we keep our distance and, did I mention that we are REALLY good at hide N seek?

As we duck behind a table, I trip! The bad guy turns suddenly and glances around for a moment, then shrugging, turns back to Joey. "Alright, Stamper, where is it?"

"Right down this hallway and to the right." Joey replies calmly.

"Well take us there boy!" The other says back, shoving Joey into a wall.

I am furious at how they are treating him, but my sis grabs my hands and looks in my eyes. 'I know what you're thinking' she mouths 'but don't you dare!'

'I can't just sit here while they are doing THAT!' I mouth back, my voice nearly going audible at the end.

She gives me the "look" so I stay put. Then I see one of the really big guys shove him again, which makes him trip and fall to his knees this time. The main guy yanks him up by his shirt collar. I can't take much more of this, I have to come up with a plan, but how?