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This week I'm sharing an expert from my stand alone Labour day romance.
Kathryn and Luke know things they shouldn't and the bad guys don't like it. Hence the kidnapping.
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PS It includes pirates and sweetest wedding proposal you can imagine.
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Excerpt
Fifteen minutes later, the van’s back door opened, and Farlaise yanked the blanket off the cages. “Welcome to your new home. I bet you’re just dying to see it.”
Sunlight dazzled Kathryn, and she shielded her eyes with her hands. When the spots cleared from her vision, she saw Jack standing to one side, his gun aimed at her.
Farlaise opened the door of the dog cage Luke had somehow screwed himself into. “Out. Now. Any trouble, and Jack shoots the girl.”
Luke struggled out of the cage, but he needed to clutch the van door to stay upright. Kathryn realized he must be riddled with cramps. She breathed deeply, telling herself to stay strong whatever happened, but if they shot Luke, she’d find a way to hurt them. Badly. Terminally, maybe.
Farlaise stood well back, waiting until Luke could stand unaided. “Pick up the woman’s cage and carry it inside.”
Blinking, Luke stared inside the concrete-lined grain store. Inside the cage, Kathryn whimpered. With no windows and plain concrete walls, the abandoned store reminded her of a tomb. A miniature dump truck stood off to the right—a motorized hopper solid enough to withstand the abuse of building sites—but half the engine was missing. She hoped the pile of moldering cardboard boxes at the back didn’t house rats. She hated rats. They’d be the straw that broke her. Not true. She felt broken already.
Luke stepped toward her cage. “Brace yourself, sweetheart. I promise not to drop you.”
He bent his knees and wrapped his arms around the sides of Kathryn’s cage. She tried to spread her arms to each side, but there wasn’t enough room. Clearly, Luke found the cage awkward rather than heavy. He staggered slightly but kept the cage steady.
No one ever came to Foster’s Mill anymore. The musty storage space beneath the house looked like it would withstand a world war, not just hold them captive. Stifling a sob, Kathryn felt as hollow as the grain store. No one would ever find them here.
A light bulb dangled drunkenly from a wire overhead. The only way out was through the metal doors, but once Farlaise closed them, it would be like being locked in a giant grave.
Jack’s smile turned cold. “Put her down there and step away. That’s it. Now, fetch the other cage. Try anything, and I put a bullet in her foot.”
Tears blurred Kathryn’s vision, but she tried to study her soon-to-be prison. At least she noted the position of the light switch on the wall. Fingers crossed, she prayed Farlaise didn’t shut off the power.
Luke returned with the empty cage, and although he waited for the next instruction, he already knew where this was headed.
Farlaise’s laugh dripped menace. “I’m happy for Jack to shoot your lady friend. In fact I’ll insist on it unless you screw yourself back in that cage.”
Luke gave him a cold stare, but he twisted his body back inside that tiny cage.
Farlaise laughed again. “Right, Kathryn Johnson, if you won’t tell me where my money is, you better hope your boss pays me back, with interest of course. You can survive in here for months. The previous owner was a prepper. If you ever figure out how to get at it, you’ll find most of the stuff’s past its sell-by date.”
Jack’s grin was malevolence and evil. “And we removed the weapons. You better hope someone pays the ransom before the food runs out. If I were you, I’d leave the bitch to starve in her cage.”
Farlaise swung the door shut with a metallic clang. The darkness felt thicker than tar. It swamped Kathryn, shattering her fragile barriers and making her shove at the bars. When they didn’t move, she screamed. “Get me out of this thing. I can’t see. Where are you? For God’s sake, get me out of here. I don’t want to die in a dog cage.”
Wow! Now they are in a situation for sure. I'm going to have to know how this turns out.
ReplyDeleteYikes! Talk about an intense scene. My heart goes out to both Kathryn and Luke, but considering how he has to wrap himself into a human pretzel to get into the cage, I feel much more deeply for him. Great snippet, Kryssie!
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