Or the Girl Dies by Rachel Rust

Author:Rachel Rust [Rust, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781773392196
Amazon: B06WGRQDP2
Barnesnoble: B06WGRQDP2
Publisher: Evernight Teen
Published: 2017-02-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

McNally’s wasn’t green, it was blue. The sections of metal siding immersed in yellowed light from the parking lot lamps only made it appear green. It was also in awful shape with a rusted tin roof and dirty, broken windows.

Just before the gravel parking lot, the grassy field ended in a steep trench. It was here where Victor and I dropped down then crawled up the other side of the ditch to get a better look. Belly crawling up a ditch wasn’t as easy as I had thought it would be. It certainly wasn’t a skill they had ever taught us in gym class, though it seemed, at least in the moment, a more realistic skill to have than pull-ups.

We crawled up behind a flatbed trailer, to shield us from any weapons-toting crazy people who were most likely around. Straight ahead, across twenty feet of gravel, was a doorway leading into the building, propped open by a large rock.

We laid there, in the grass and dirt, on our stomachs for a solid ten minutes. There was no movement. No noise.

Victor hadn’t even twitched, eyes steady on the building. Meanwhile, I had an ever-growing combination of boredom and nerves, both of which tingled through my body. Even my toes were growing restless. My fingers picked at hardened clumps of dirt in front of me. Patience was not a strong suit of mine. Plus, I had to pee. Despite a life or death situation, the urge to go didn’t dissipate at all. That was something evolution needed to work on.

Victor glanced down at my fingers in the dirt, watching them draw figure eights.

“What now?” I whispered.

Victor put a finger up in a hold on a sec fashion. He shimmied away from me to peek around the trailer. Voices emerged from the open door, followed by two guys dressed in all black, each with a rifle in their hand. The guns didn’t look like the hunting rifles my dad had. They were bigger, more intricate. Not for deer.

The men’s voices were hushed. I couldn’t make out the conversation, just a few random yeahs and some head nods and shakes. They walked to one of the black SUVs in the back of the building.

Victor made a motion with his hand for me to duck down. I laid my body as flat as possible in the ditch, ear to the dirt, arms pressed down against my sides. The headlights of the SUV swept across the trailer as the car pulled away, skimming our silhouettes, making us visible for a split second to anyone who was paying attention.

The guys in black, however, must not have been paying attention because they drove off, down the gravel drive of the shop, then turned left onto the highway.

Victor dug into his pocket and grabbed his car keys.

I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn’t believe we were leaving already. It was too premature. We had barely checked the perimeter and hadn’t overheard any important conversations yet. There was still another SUV left.

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