I hear the scream again, and immediately slam the book shut. I have to get Taylor and get out of here.
“No, please,” I hear Taylor whimper. “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll tell Sammy whatever you want, and I’ll never come back here.
I tuck the ledger under my arm and crawl over to the window. I put my hands on the window sill and pull myself up enough that I can peak outside. Taylor is still on the ground, but it looks like her hands are bound together at the wrist. The fire is roaring and Al takes a glass bottle of some brown liquid from Jenna and takes a swig of it.
“We had an agreement,” Al says, walking up to Taylor. “We stay over here, and y’all keep off my land!”
“Please, I don’t know about any agreement. I swear.”
I try to catch Taylor’s eye so we can work out an exit strategy, but
