Ray Wyatt Thriller Series by Rick Mofina

Author:Rick Mofina
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, suspense, international thriller, abduction, trilogy, crime thriller, fbi agent, illegal adoption, investigative journalism, boxed series
Publisher: Rick Mofina

CHAPTER 28

Northeast Kingdom, Vermont

In the last few days, or what Sam guessed were days, she thought of the bat and took precautions to pull the hood of her hoodie and then the blankets over her head while she slept.

When awake, she’d kept watch over the area where she’d last seen the bat, frequently sweeping her flashlight over the spot. She kept the hood of her hoodie tight, pulling its drawstrings, depending on how things unfolded. She had built up a supply of rocks to throw in defense should it appear or attack.

She was ready for battle.

But she hadn’t seen it again.

Where was it?

Analyzing the situation, Sam recalled she had once prepared a school paper on bats. She’d learned that most kinds of North American bats roosted during the day in dark places, like caves. They would leave the roost at night to hunt for food.

So where was that bat’s exit point to go out and hunt?

Sam pointed her flashlight beam up to the top of the sealed shaft, where the monster dropped supplies to her.

It could’ve flown in from there.

Sam then pointed her light to the rock pile that blocked off the archway, to the spot where she had encountered the bat.

Or, it could’ve come from somewhere in there, which I think is most likely.

Sam reasoned that if the bat had somehow wriggled its way through the rock pile, it couldn’t have wriggled a great distance because bats are flyers, not crawlers. And that means that beyond the rocks, there has to be an exit point to the surface.

She combed her light over the rock pile.

There has to be!

Her heart flooded with hope because she no longer saw the rocks as a barrier. No. Now they were a door—a multiton door—to escape and freedom.

All I have to do is open it. One rock at a time. I could do it. Rock by rock.

Really?

Then Sam swallowed at the reality—the epic reality—of those rocks.

Think this through.

There had to be more than a couple of hundred, each the size of a bowling ball, settled in a sloping pyramid fashion, choking an archway as tall as her.

Move one rock the wrong way, and I could trigger a rockslide, maybe one that would fill my space. And who knows what’s under those rocks? More bats? Something worse? Who knows?

Sam’s heart sunk.

So, what’s the alternative? Sit here and wait to die? Or fight for my life by moving one rock at a time?

It could be futile. It could come to nothing. Sure, but doing nothing gets me nothing. Doing something gives me hope, and that’s what I need.

Sam stood, went to the bicycle, replaced the flashlight in the holder on the bike, and adjusted the beam to cover the rock pile.

She approached the pile and took hold of a rock. Grunting, she hefted it, took several steps, then placed it aside.

It was heavy, but she could do it.

Taking a breath, she returned to the pile, took care to grip a rock as high up as possible.

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