Chapter Twenty-Six
“Joel!” she screeched. He was rolling in a sodden brown mess on the floor, blood dripped from his head, creeping in webs through the rain and muck on his face. She wanted to get to him and check to see if he was okay, but she couldn’t, her restraints held her fast. “Joel!”
He didn’t respond, but he did move. He just wriggled on the floor trying to free himself from the bindings securing his own hands at his back. Rolling back and forth, he left a damp, wet stain seeping into the wood floor.
“What have you done to him?” Molly screamed. “Why is he here?”
“We thought you might like some company,” Shona said. “Take him!”
Molly wondered who Shona was talking to, but she didn’t have to wonder long because two heavy footsteps crossed the threshold. Her eyes crept up from t
