Cait huffed out her frustration, put her arms around her waist and trudged down the driveway. She wasn’t sure which direction held the closest neighbors, but she had to find help. Being on a private lot full of trees meant the cabin was hidden from the road, which meant the neighbors were also hidden just as privately.
With the snow so deep, she’d have to chance finding snowshoes in the woodshed, or she wouldn’t get far.
Hopefully, the intruder was satisfied having the warm cabin to himself, but she had to get help for Sierra before she died.
Her breath frosting in the cold air, Cait whirled around at the crunching steps behind her. The intruder threw a hood over her head and pushed her to the ground. Her neck and ribs exploded with fresh pain, and her screams were muffled in the snowbank.
He tied up her wrists and ankles, then opened the car door and shoved her inside. Cait struggled and gasped, but she couldn’t loosen the ties.
Moments later, another body was thrown on top of her.
Ouch, that really hurt.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Cait asked, but no one answered her.
The engine cranked and came to life, and the car bumped its way down the gravel-covered driveway.
“If it’s money you want, I can get it for you. If you want to stay at the cabin, just let me go. I won’t say anything.”
“Shut up,” a man’s voice shouted. “I ain’t staying at a shithole cabin when I have a royal palace. You keep quiet, and I’ll take good care of you.”
Cait nudged the body next to her, getting no response. Whoever was bundled up with her in the backseat was out cold. She quieted her mind, trying to hear over the thudding of her heart, but the only sound was the lone car traversing the snow-packed mountain roads.
At least he wasn’t going fast.
