"Let's go!" Zimmerman ordered curtly. He gestured toward the door with his gun.

Lori nodded mutely. What else could she do? She walked slowly toward the door, constantly mindful of the man and his pistol. As he came up behind her, she could feel the cold, hard, metal barrel pressed into the small of her back.

"No tricks. No games. No sudden movements," he instructed. "Now open the door. Slowly." Lori obeyed. "Anybody in the hallway?" he demanded menacingly. Lori shook ...