With a few more clicks, he attached our current coordinates and hit send.
“All right.” Stowing the device in my bag again, he moved to the window. “Let’s see about busting out of here, shall we?” Heglanced at Walter. “Do you know if there’s anything in the cabin we could use to pry these boards off?”
Walter got up. “Maybe. She might have some tools stashed somewhere. I’ve never been here, but it looks pretty well stocked.”
It took us fifteen minutes and several different makeshift tools, but we finally made enough space between the wood and the window frame to wedge a piece of firewood in there. With Walter and Luke pushing against it, they managed to pop the nails free.
Luke stepped back and turned to me. “Okay, babe. You’re the smallest, so you get to go first and see if you can get the door unblocked.”
I stepped up to the window.
“Lean into me.” He moved in behind me.
I did as he asked.
“Lift your legs and I’ll help you through the window.”
Pulling my legs up, he held my torso while I wiggled and shimmied through the opening. It was definitely a tight fit. Walter might make it through, but Luke’s shoulders wouldn’t.
Turning as I went through the window, I steadied myself on the window ledge and lowered myself to the ground.
Luke leaned his head through the opening. “Go check if she left the hammer.”
After straightening my shirt, I hurried around the front of the cabin and onto the porch.
Right there, next to the stack of firewood, was a carpenter’s hammer.
I shook my head as I picked it up. Walter was right. Sarah truly was full of arrogance.
“I found it!” I yelled and attacked the first nail on the boards barricading the front door.
The claw part made quick work of the nails, and in minutes, I had the boards off.
But the moment I reached for the doorknob to let Luke and Walter out of the cabin, I noticed all the nails through the door and into the door jamb.
Sarah had nailed it shut.
“Oh, man.” I let out a groan.
“What?” Luke’s muffled voice came from the other side.
“The door’s nailed shut. I’m going to try to pull the nails, but I’m not sure I can. Some of them are flush with the wood.”
“Do your best.”
Bending, I peered closer, assessing the nails, then attacked the one sticking up the most. I was able to wedge the claw under it and bend it up, then hook it and pull it out. Two more came out much the same way.
But when I tried the fourth one, there was nothing to get the hammer under. The fifth and sixth ones were the same.
“I can’t get the rest,” I said. “There are three left.”
There was a moment of silence, then the door rattled in its frame.
With a soft squeak of surprise, I stepped back. He was insane. He’d never get it open from the inside.
“Luke, stop! Stop! Stop!” My voice grew louder to carry over the heavy thuds. He finally paused.
“The door swings inward. You’ll never bust out. Let me check the back door.” Before he could answer, I hurried around to the back of the cabin. This time, I pried up the middle of the board covering the doorway and peered inside.
