Page 50 of Trapped (Sheppard & Sons Investigations #6)

Ashley

T he first gunshot, mere minutes after Al left me alone in the cabin, made me flinch.

SSI was here. But what would happen to them? Al seemed confident he’d win. Even if he didn’t, he’d made sure we’d all die.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, and snot dripped from my nose. Unable to move my wrists or elbows meant I couldn’t lift my shoulder high enough to wipe either away.

I’m going to die a slobbery mess .

Not that it mattered. I’d end up blown to kingdom come or eaten by wild animals before anyone found me.

Thump thump thump.

I looked up toward the sound. Someone was on the roof.

Then it was eerily quiet. The only sounds were my sniffles and mumbled prayers.

A few more shots sounded.

Noise came from the roof.

People yelled.

Then it got quiet again. There was no way the fight had ended that quickly. I held my breath and waited.

When the sound of gunshots surrounded the cabin—lots of it, like in war movies—I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut as I shook uncontrollably and lost control of my bladder.