“I’ve got two of your buddies hanging out here, waiting for you to find them. If you die, they die, too. In fact, if you don’t find them soon enough, they’ll die. You have a half hour to find the first one.”

“Who are they?”

“That’s for you to discover. Oh yeah, and I forgot to tell you . . . you’ll be doing this in the dark. You can take the candle if you want. Romantic, right?”

He was smiling again. I guess this was his idea of a date.

“I’ve disconnected the alarm system,” he said. “If you trip the smoke detectors the signal won’t get sent out anywhere. The sprinklers will go off and we’ll all get wet, but nobody’ll come to save you. That might be fun . . . seeing you in a wet T-shirt.”

Clyde stood so I could see he was armed. “I have a twenty-two for the kill,” he said. “And I have a paintball gun and a pellet gun for the rabbit in the shooting gallery. That’s you. You’re the rabbit. Oh yeah, and I have a taser. It’s new. I always wanted to use a taser.” He pointed the taser at me. “This is the start of playtime. I’m going to give you a chance to run. I’m gonna count to twenty and then I’m going to shoot you with the taser. Go!”

He started counting and I took off, forgetting the candle. Halfway down the hall I had to stop running. It was pitch black and I had no idea what was in front of me. I put my hand to the wall, feeling my way, jingling with every step. The hall led to the front foyer and I was prepared to crash through the glass door if necessary. I needed to get out of the building. Crazy Clyde was going to kill me and he wasn’t going to spare his hostages. It didn’t matter who I found. We were all going to die unless I could escape and get help. Clyde wasn’t going to leave witnesses.

I saw the ambient light from the foyer and broke into a run. I turned the corner, heard gunshot, and felt the sting of impact. I felt blood run down my side, down my leg. I cried out and put my hand to my side. Paint. I was hit with a paintball.

“I’m right behind you,” Clyde said. “If you go toward the door I’ll shoot you with the taser. I’m dying to use the taser. Sometimes they use these things for torture. The electric lead stays hooked into you with a barb and you can keep getting shocked. How cool is that?”

I was in the middle of the floor and I was breathing heavy. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to run, rabbit. Run away from the door.”

I took a step and stumbled down to one knee. I was too scared to run. Too scared to think. Not good, I told myself. I had to try to stay calm. I managed to get myself to my feet and I ran in blind panic down the other side of the hall, toward Andrew’s and Bart’s offices.