Chapter Thirteen“I can't believe we're doing this?” Jo said as the foursome hunkered down a few hundred yards from Towan Point's lighthouse.
“It'll be okay,” Wilf soothed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
“The doorway opens in ten minutes,” Emma whispered. “Are we set?”
“Yes,” Wilf nodded. “We've got supplies and your bolt-cutters should make short work of any locks we find, I hope.” They made their way across the open ground as quickly as possible, pressing themselves against the stone structure with only a few minutes to spare. Wilf shuffled towards the door, smiling when he saw a large chain and padlock that had been used to secure the door against any uninvited guests. He motioned for Emma, who handed him the cutters. With barely a grunt, the lock snapped, falling into Emma's ha
