THE DOORS WERE LOCKED from the inside and blocked from the outside. While the basement had only been graced with a stick—likely an afterthought—the witch hunter had attached a padlock latch to the outside of both doors on the main level. And even though the screws therein were crooked, I didn’t have any tools handy with which to remove them.
The windows were even more ingeniously cemented shut. Our opponent must have taken advantage of our extended absence to prepare for this very eventuality because a hardened line of liquid nails proved no one would be opening those potential exits any time soon.
I didn’t think to check the windows yesterday, I berated myself. My pack and I had gone over the house with a fine-tooth comb after returning from our skating adventure, but with the AC on the
