Chapter 43:
The cabin plunged into darkness.
Broken glass scattered across the wooden floor.
Emily lay beside the fireplace, her ears ringing from the gunshot.
“Grace!”
“I’m here.”
Grace’s voice came from somewhere to her left.
Another bullet tore through the wall.
BANG!
Wood splintered above Emily’s head.
“They know exactly where we are,” Emily whispered.
Grace nodded.
“They’ve been following me.”
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Outside, snow crunched beneath heavy boots.
One.
Two.
Three.
At least half a dozen people were surrounding the cabin.
Emily reached into her coat pocket.
Her phone.
No signal.
“They’re jamming everything.”
Grace wasn’t surprised.
“They always do.”
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Grace hurried to a bookshelf near the fireplace.
She pulled on a dusty novel.
With a soft rumble, the bookshelf slid s
