Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Whatever Travis’s plan is, I bet I’m being used as bait, and unfortunately my boys are going to fall for it—not because they're stupid, but because they’d walk straight into here even knowing it’s a trap because they think I’m worth it for some reason.
And I refuse to be the reason more people get hurt.
Carl sits in the corner of the cage, back against the wall and his legs pulled up. He hugs them close to himself.
"You okay?" I know it's unreasonable to expect a college student who panics at the sight of bikers to become a sudden hero, but it'd be nice if he wasn't having a panic attack. "It's not you they're after."
He looks up, his eyes looking a little swollen. "But I’m still here, aren’t I? How are you keeping so cool?"
My little laugh is resigned. "Would you believe this isn't the first time I've been taken at gunpoint and locked up? It's not a good habit to get into, so here's hoping your first is your last." I look back towards the door to the front area. "But we need to do something. If we're still here when whoever he's working for comes, things are going to get a lot worse. Probably mostly for me, but they won't exactly have your best interests at heart either."
At that, he pushes himself to his feet and draws a deep breath. "Okay. So we do something. I can handle that.” His face falls. “But what? We’re locked in a cage.”
I try the door, but while the lock rattles, it's solid. Maybe if I had the right tools, and knew how to use them, but I don't. For all I can do, we might as well be welded in. "I don’t know, but there’s two of us. Any ideas? No matter how stupid."
"Right, um…" He looks around. There's not much to work with. A steel bowl with some kibble, water, a dog bed, a couple of chew toys and… and that's about it. "Did you ever see those videos of the lawyer who breaks open padlocks by hitting them with things?"
"Um, maybe? Once?"
He picks up the dog bowl and hefts it. It's not particularly heavy, but it is steel. We used to get plastic, but steel lasts forever and is easier to disinfect. "No guarantees, but you said even if it’s stupid, right? I’ve never actually tried this, but how hard can it be? I think I've seen what she does." He nudges the bowl out under the door, which doesn't come all the way down to the floor, then moves it up with his hands through the bars. The large dog cages have pretty big gaps, since we're keeping dogs and not hamsters, and it makes it easier to pass things through if we have to.
At least there isn't a guard around the lock. It's there to keep dogs in, not people. Carl gives me a nervous glance. "Keep an eye on the door."
“Sure.” Not sure what I’ll do, but sure.
A quick nod in acknowledgment and then he tries, gently at first so he doesn't make too much noise. When that doesn't work he tries harder, whacking a specific point on the padlock with the hard edge of the bowl. "Come on," he hisses in frustration.
I start looking around for options. His intention is good, but there's no way he's knocking open a padlock with a dog bowl. I pick up the doggy blanket on the bed, spinning it into a rope. Maybe we can use it for leverage. If we just—
A loud crack and the rattle of metal pulls me out of my thoughts. Carl looks my way over his shoulder with a big grin on his face. "Got it."
Well, wow.
"Good job. Let's get out of here. If we take the backdoor past the dogs, we can climb the fence." At least I hope so. It's intentionally high so there's no chance of a dog jumping out, and to keep out people who think they can get a free dog by stealing it out of the exercise yard. But it's not unclimbable.
What didn't occur to me is the dogs' reaction to seeing their buddies.
As soon as we open the backdoor, they come running, barking and wagging their tails, probably over the moon that someone's finally come out to play with them. It's not often they get to be all alone out back together. They surround us, ganging up so it's hard to even get out the door without hurting them. Leaving my hand still for a moment gets it licked by at least three different tongues. I freaking love these guys, but now really isn't the time.
The door to the front slams open, revealing Travis, gun in hand. "What the fuck is going on here? How did you get out?" He aims at the dogs. His hand is so shaky, I'm sure it's going to pull the trigger on its own. "Get back in here, or I start shooting."