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Jerry fought his way through the underbrush, using his torch to light the way. The lights from the car park were too far behind him now to offer any assistance, and with the trees closing in overhead, even the minimal brightness afforded by starlight was of little or no help.
He had received Lucy’s text, so at least he knew that help was on the way. Whether or not it would arrive in time to be any use was another matter.
Jerry hated losing his crowbar, but under the circumstances it was a sacrifice worth making. That mad girl they had locked in the shed seemed capable of anything, and the last thing he wanted was for her to escape and go after Lucy and the baby.
He hoped Lucy had managed to find a safe spot to park where the girl would not find them, if she managed to somehow break
