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him.”
Seconds ticked by. Something moved to the right of the cabin.
Ashley whispered, “Look at that!”
A deer walked slowly at the edge of the trees. It glanced at us, dipped its head, picked at something on the ground, and kept moving. Suddenly, it jerked its head and leaped into the woods.
Sam burst through the door, and I was never so glad to see him in my life. I’d never noticed how athletic he was. He moved like the deer, loping over the yard and reaching the driver’s-side door. He grabbed a rock and smashed the window.
“What about the guy?” I said.
“Still on the floor.” Sam reached through the shattered glass to unlock the SUV.
Dylan squirmed. “Nuh-uh,” he said, pointing over my shoulder. “He’s right there.”
Chapter 41
I whirled to see the thin man stagger through the door, waving the long metal poker from the fireplace. I grabbed the computer, and we all jumped in the Land Cruiser, Dylan and me in the back.
By the time Sam got the key in the ignition, the guy was at the SUV, raising the poker over his head.
I pressed back in the seat, but in the next second I lurched forward as Sam started the engine, slammed the Land Cruiser in reverse, and floored it. The man fell.
Snow and mud flew from the tires as Sam spun backward toward the road, slipping and sliding down the driveway.
“The chain!” I said.
Sam slid to a stop and bolted from the SUV.
The man ran toward us, skidding along the path, still holding the poker.
I closed my eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream, but when I opened them, the guy was still coming.
Sam unlatched the chain and jumped back in the Land Cruiser, spinning around in the road before finally regaining control. “Ashley,” he said, “get Dylan in his car seat.”
We bounced around so much, it was all I could do to finally get Dylan buckled.
“Look,” Bryce said, pointing to a thicket of trees. A green car sat by the road. The man raced toward it. Sam drove fast, but the road was snow covered and slick.
We skidded around a corner. I could see jagged rocks below us. There was nothing between us and the cliff but trees that hugged the edge of the road.
“Why do they want that picture so much?” I said.
“Must have something to do with the gold,” Bryce said. “Think he’ll leave us alone if we give him the memory stick?”
“I’m not giving him anything,” Sam said.
Wind blasted through the broken window. I unbuckled and rooted around in the back until I found a blanket to drape over Dylan and me. My teeth were doing a tap dance because none of us had coats on. I found another blanket and tried to plug the open window, but it flew out.
We came to a fork in the road, and Sam turned left onto Gold Camp Road.
“They’ll expect us to go toward town where the police station is,” Sam said, “but we’re going home.”
Chapter 42
Gavin Winkler drove wildly. No sign of the man and the kids. His head felt light from the conk the man had given him and he tasted blood. The guy knew what he was doing. Former military, Gavin guessed. He clicked on his handheld radio. “They got away. They’re heading down the mountain.”
“Did they see you?” the other man said angrily.
“Guy came out of nowhere. They could have gone through my wallet if they wanted to.”
Winkler came to a fork in the road and slowed.
“Take care of him,” the other man said over the radio.
“I don’t even know which way they went,” Winkler said.
“How about you, Travis? Where are you?”
“Other side of Gold Camp tunnel,” Travis said.
“Good. Gavin, stay on the main road. Travis will take Gold Camp. Don’t let them get away.”
Chapter 43
Why did I have to lock the keys in the SUV? I’m always doing stupid things or saying stupid stuff.
“I almost got you killed,” I said.
Sam clapped a hand on my knee and seemed to force a smile. “We’re going to be okay.”
“I think we lost the guy,” Ashley said from the backseat.
“Who’s
Seconds ticked by. Something moved to the right of the cabin.
Ashley whispered, “Look at that!”
A deer walked slowly at the edge of the trees. It glanced at us, dipped its head, picked at something on the ground, and kept moving. Suddenly, it jerked its head and leaped into the woods.
Sam burst through the door, and I was never so glad to see him in my life. I’d never noticed how athletic he was. He moved like the deer, loping over the yard and reaching the driver’s-side door. He grabbed a rock and smashed the window.
“What about the guy?” I said.
“Still on the floor.” Sam reached through the shattered glass to unlock the SUV.
Dylan squirmed. “Nuh-uh,” he said, pointing over my shoulder. “He’s right there.”
Chapter 41
I whirled to see the thin man stagger through the door, waving the long metal poker from the fireplace. I grabbed the computer, and we all jumped in the Land Cruiser, Dylan and me in the back.
By the time Sam got the key in the ignition, the guy was at the SUV, raising the poker over his head.
I pressed back in the seat, but in the next second I lurched forward as Sam started the engine, slammed the Land Cruiser in reverse, and floored it. The man fell.
Snow and mud flew from the tires as Sam spun backward toward the road, slipping and sliding down the driveway.
“The chain!” I said.
Sam slid to a stop and bolted from the SUV.
The man ran toward us, skidding along the path, still holding the poker.
I closed my eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream, but when I opened them, the guy was still coming.
Sam unlatched the chain and jumped back in the Land Cruiser, spinning around in the road before finally regaining control. “Ashley,” he said, “get Dylan in his car seat.”
We bounced around so much, it was all I could do to finally get Dylan buckled.
“Look,” Bryce said, pointing to a thicket of trees. A green car sat by the road. The man raced toward it. Sam drove fast, but the road was snow covered and slick.
We skidded around a corner. I could see jagged rocks below us. There was nothing between us and the cliff but trees that hugged the edge of the road.
“Why do they want that picture so much?” I said.
“Must have something to do with the gold,” Bryce said. “Think he’ll leave us alone if we give him the memory stick?”
“I’m not giving him anything,” Sam said.
Wind blasted through the broken window. I unbuckled and rooted around in the back until I found a blanket to drape over Dylan and me. My teeth were doing a tap dance because none of us had coats on. I found another blanket and tried to plug the open window, but it flew out.
We came to a fork in the road, and Sam turned left onto Gold Camp Road.
“They’ll expect us to go toward town where the police station is,” Sam said, “but we’re going home.”
Chapter 42
Gavin Winkler drove wildly. No sign of the man and the kids. His head felt light from the conk the man had given him and he tasted blood. The guy knew what he was doing. Former military, Gavin guessed. He clicked on his handheld radio. “They got away. They’re heading down the mountain.”
“Did they see you?” the other man said angrily.
“Guy came out of nowhere. They could have gone through my wallet if they wanted to.”
Winkler came to a fork in the road and slowed.
“Take care of him,” the other man said over the radio.
“I don’t even know which way they went,” Winkler said.
“How about you, Travis? Where are you?”
“Other side of Gold Camp tunnel,” Travis said.
“Good. Gavin, stay on the main road. Travis will take Gold Camp. Don’t let them get away.”
Chapter 43
Why did I have to lock the keys in the SUV? I’m always doing stupid things or saying stupid stuff.
“I almost got you killed,” I said.
Sam clapped a hand on my knee and seemed to force a smile. “We’re going to be okay.”
“I think we lost the guy,” Ashley said from the backseat.
“Who’s
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