Page 52 of Trapped (Sheppard & Sons Investigations #6)

Ashley

T he sound of gunshots slowed down, but there was more pounding and yelling coming from the roof. Someone was fighting.

Is that a dog?

When I heard the yelp, I knew. Nathan’s friend, whose name I couldn’t remember, had a trained dog. To distract myself from the fear of Al killing the dog and my friends, I focused on remembering their names.

Screams of pain and frustration cut through my thoughts. All I could do was listen.

Did the dog kill him? Did he kill the dog? What’s happening?

There was shouting outside the cabin. It sounded like it was coming from behind me, so I tried turning my head. The ties holding me in place meant I could only see the small dirty window in my peripheral vision.

Mor yelling and Al’s wicked laugh carried inside.

“You brought a fucking dog?” That was Al.

“Where is she?” That’s Nathan . My heart soared at the sound of his voice. Then it sank faster than the Hindenburg.

He’d die trying to save me. We’d both die.

“She’s inside, waiting for her knight in shining armor.”

Knowing there was only one way to save him, I sucked in a deep breath and screamed at the top of my lungs.