OKAY, HIS PLAN WITH the bottle wasn’t going to work. At least not until the storm died down a bit. Even if Honeybun placed the bottle in the creek as he’d demanded, he’d never be able to find it in time.
The creek was probably raging at that moment.
But he’d run out of time.
There were way too many Honeybuns on the premises and it was only a matter of time before they discovered the cave where he’d stashed Cho and the bike.
Unless he could get to them first.
He stood against the back wall of the cabin, pinned in by dozens of sweaty, stinky bodies. The smell of fear was thick in the cramped space, as lightening pounded the trees around them and wind shook the log and c***k walls.
His eyes assessed the distance to the door and the possibility that he could make it out without creating
