Page 53 of The Island

Easily.

Yes.

That acknowledged, Heather nodded, opened her eyes, and squatted down in front of Olivia, who was still in a panic. “Take deep breaths, honey. That’s it. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Big breaths. Good. Doing better?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Now, listen to me, Olivia. If we stay here, they are going to kill us,” she said, enunciating every word.

Olivia took thirty seconds to think about it. A little sob went through her like a wave. She nodded and held up her hands. Heather sawed through the rope until Olivia was free. “They hurt,” Olivia said.

“Rub them until you get the circulation going again. They’ll start to feel better soon,” Heather assured her. She looked back up at the house. The lights were off now. The only light on in the whole farm was the arc light directly in front of the shed. Not good.

She forced a determined look onto her face, crawled to Owen, and began sawing at his bonds.

“How are we going to escape?” Owen asked her.

“I don’t know…yet. But we’ll think of something.”

“What are you thinking of doing?” Petra asked.

“Getting out of here and running away,” Heather said as she continued to saw.

“I think there might be a way out,” Olivia said quietly.

“What?”

“There was a little girl here earlier. She said she could come in to see us. She said there was a loose board on this side of the shed. I’ll check it out,” Olivia said.

“But what will you do if you get away?” Petra asked. “What will you do after?”

“Phones don’t work here, so we’ll have to get off the island to call the police.”

“You are going to swim to the mainland?” Hans scoffed.

“No. We’re not going to swim. We’ll think of something.”

“You are making a mountain of a molehill, I think,” Hans said and then added something to Petra in Dutch.

Heather nodded to herself and sawed through the final bit of hemp, freeing Owen. “Rub your wrists, get the blood back into them,” she said softly.

Keeping low, Heather scurried across the shed to where Olivia was pulling at the wall.

“Look at this,” Olivia said, tugging at a loosely fitting plank near the floor. “The little girl said it was a different wood. It’s coming out as I pull it.”

“It’s not only the wood; these are just one-inch nails. We can do this if we pull together,” Heather said.

She and Olivia tugged and out the plank came with a loud tearing sound.

They froze for a minute to see if there was any reaction outside.

A dog barked in the distance but no one came.

“We did it!” Olivia whispered.

Heather looked through the hole. There, outside, just fifty feet away in the deep darkness, was what they had called the heathland.

They had created a big enough gap in the shed wall for a child to crawl through, and perhaps if they dug underneath it, an adult could squeeze through too.