Sara's Game (The Sara Winthrop Thriller Series Book 1) by Ernie Lindsey

Author:Ernie Lindsey [Lindsey, Ernie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-03-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Sara

Sara walked with her hands held out in front, trying to block the limbs from smacking her in the face.

On the slim chance that she could possibly identify him, she’d tried a more conversational approach, hoping to coax out more information. She asked questions about her husband and where the ring had come from. If he knew Brian and had he ever met him before. If he had any details about his disappearance. She asked what he liked to read, what the last movie was that he’d seen. What his favorite cereal was, what his son’s favorite cereal was. Anything to spark a reaction, but she was ignored and had been given more yanks or tugs or shoves each time she’d asked a question. When he’d pushed too hard and she’d fallen, losing a layer of skin from both knees, she gave up and let him guide her.

They’d been hiking uphill and down, twisting left and right, and the sounds of exertion were evident in her captor’s labored breathing.

The bastard’s out of shape. If I knew where to go, I could run.

Just play the game. You can’t win that way.

She’d been without sight for so long that she could almost get a picture of their surroundings using her hearing. Somewhere deep in the woods. She could smell damp earth and pine trees. The stream’s gurgling had faded a while back, so they were steadily moving away from it, farther into the forest, higher into whatever hill they might be climbing. The ground leveled out, and the surface changed underneath her feet, became softer and more malleable.

Is that grass? Pine needles? That’s a new smell...what is that? Smells like a wet campfire.

The last time she’d been camping was on their fifth anniversary, the weekend the twins were conceived. Too much red wine had resulted in risqué sex out in the open, under the stars, and the next morning, she wasn’t sure the fun had been worth the raging hangover. It’d rained in the middle of the night and the smell of the smoldering, soaked campfire had made her roiling stomach worse.

To test the echoes nearby, she raised her voice and asked, “Where are we?” The sound bounced off something big and solid in front of her.

Her guide said, “Cabin.”

“Whose?”

“Nobody’s.”

“Does Nobody mind that you’re using his cabin to hold a woman hostage?”

“Abandoned.”

“Perfect. Abandoned cabin, middle of the woods. Mother of three with a desperate loser being controlled by a psychopath. I think I’ve seen this on Lifetime.”

“Step.”

“What?”

“Step.”

Her foot caught on something and she tripped forward, realizing he meant steps. She lifted her leg, tested the area ahead, and placed her foot down. Pushed herself up, and felt for the next one. The wood sagged in the middle and creaked under her weight. “How many?”

“Three.”

Up she went. With both feet safely on the porch, she said, “This might be easier if you said more than one word at a time.”

“Unlikely.”

She felt a hand on her back, pushing her forward. Heard the metallic screech of rusted hinges as a door swung open.

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