Rescue Mission: Tess
I was buried in the foundation of the cabin, and all I had was sound. The crawlspace had felt like a sanctuary just ten minutes ago, but now it felt like a tomb. I had my knees pulled tightly to my chest, the laptop cooling on the blankets beside me. I had successfully fractured their signal, but the silence that followed was suffocating. It was the silence of a house being stalked. Above my head, the floorboards of the kitchen groaned. It wasn’t the heavy, familiar tread of K.C., or the rhythmic, animalistic weight of any of his enforcers. These were light and deliberate. Boots. Tactical rubber soles. I held my breath until my lungs burned. My heart hammered so loud against my ribs that I was certain the men above could hear it through the floorboards. “Nothing in the kitchen,” a
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