Chapter 31Lucie wasn't certain how long she'd been hiding in the band-saw pit. The guy who'd pursued her from the cottage had stood on the seam of the plywood cover, and she'd been certain he would look down and tear the sheet away, exposing her hidey-hole, but he didn't. He'd come so close, been no more than five feet from her position when he'd suddenly moved away. Lucie listened to his footsteps pacing the building for a second time before the window creaked again when he left. Time had no meaning down among the wood chippings and creepy-crawlies – the sound of the window could have been just five minutes ago, or it could have been five hours; she really didn't know. She'd stopped noticing the scurry of arachnids and bugs which occasionally kissed her skin or disturbed her hair, behavin
