Jasmine yanked out the phone she"d taken from Gabby. No service. Okay, calling wasn"t happening right now, which meant she needed another plan. She shoved the phone back in her bra, then pulled on her dress.
She gingerly walked across the gravel toward the front porch of the house. Each jagged stone poked at her bare feet. The boards creaked as she made her way to the door. Dirt, spider webs and rotting leaves from previous autumns clung to the corners of the covered porch. Old white paint peeled and puckered over every surface. At some time in its past, someone had loved this house, but that had been a long time ago. She tried the rusted doorknob. It turned and the door swung open on squeaky hinges. Under normal circumstances she"d knock or call out, but being kidn*pped and abandoned by
