“I don’t know.” Brady shook his father. “We just found him this way.”
“Call nine-one-one,” Kale instructed. He started to lean down to inspect the man’s wound when something registered in the corner of his eye.
Black.Bag.
Sarah’s bag lay on the floor near the door to the garage.
Terror ignited in his chest. Even as Brady spoke to the operator, Kale hit the speed-dial number on his cell for the chief.
Kale swallowed back the panic. He had to reach the chief. He had to let him know this wasn’t over.
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Sarah’s eyes opened and her head exploded with pain.
She groaned. Shut her eyes tight.
What the hell?
She tried to move. Her arms and legs wouldn’t cooperate. Cold. Whatever she was lying on was cold as hell. Another cave?
Shit.
She tried to think how she’d gotten here.
A shuffling sound echoed around her.
Sarah tensed.
Someone was coming. She ordered her body to move. Didn’t happen. She wasn’t restrained. But her body felt so heavy.
Whoever was coming was close. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath.
Don’t move. Don’t breathe.
Hands landed on her shoulder. She tried not to tense. Play dead.
“Ms. Newton?”
Recognition flared. She opened her eyes, tried to see in the dark.
A click followed by a blinding light hit her face.
“Thank God.”
Sarah blinked. “Chief Willard?”
“Come on. Let me get you out of here.” Disbelief or maybe just plain old relief kept her gaze glued to him.
“Take it easy,” he said as he helped her to her feet.
“How ... how did you find me?” Her body shuddered and shook from the cold. The world spun with each move she made.
“Let’s not worry about that right now,” the chief urged. “Let’s just get you out of here. This has to stop now.”
A piercing wail rent the air.
The chief froze.
