CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Jake pulled out his flashlight and searched around the parked truck. He saw no clue to which direction Riley or the man who had taken her might have gone. He was on the verge of heading for the silent ramshackle farmhouse to see if anybody was inside when he heard a blood-curdling scream from some distance away.
The scream had come from the woods. He whirled and ran in that direction.
“Riley!” he yelled aloud, but there was no answer.
With his flashlight, Jake quickly found a beaten-down path. She must have gone this way. He charged down the path himself until his flashlight fell upon two struggling figures about 20 feet or so ahead.
He saw that Riley and a man were wrestling together on the ground. As Jake rushed toward them, he saw Riley pull loose from the man,
