Chapter 115
She was almost back to the second cavern. The water…was almost behind her. All she had to do was keep going and get out of there. She could do this. She could.
There was a way out of there and Madison wasn’t that far from the exit. She just wasn’t. And he didn’t have a hold of her now. Her phone, the source of light he was using, had fallen into that water and she’d never get it back.
He was in just as much darkness as she was.
Darkness, the great equalizer.
And here she was, trapped in total darkness again. She really hated the dark. Probably always would now.
Great. Madison forced herself to stop for a moment. To think what to do next.
The path to where she’d escaped him had narrowed and opened four times. There had been two caved-in portions that had had opened over that water.
Her best option was to keep going and make sure she remembered.
He would be behind her. Maybe.
Or he would just keep going to his intended exit. He had to have his phone, too, right? No one went anywhere without a phone. Especially a man like Newcomb.
She was just over the part where the second cave-in was when she felt him behind her.
Breathing down her neck. Right behind her.
So close he could probably reach out and lick her neck if he wanted to.
Madison fought the urge to run. If she acted that stupid, she’d fall and be killed. She couldn’t panic, couldn’t be stupid.
She could not panic now.
Madison had to remember that.
There was light again. He had his phone.
Asshole. He’d lost hers—but he had his. He had the advantage now.
And he was right behind her. There was no way she’d be able to move as fast as he was.
Her hand…she kept it on the wall beside her. It was the right side of her now. There were knicks in the wall, almost little shelves. Carved out, probably. For lamps, from long ago. And loose rocks.
Rocks.
Well, when all else failed. Improvise.
Madison reached around. Found a loose rock. She turned as carefully as she could. And hurled it.
Right at him.
And yelled. Told him exactly what she thought. And just kept throwing.
There was plenty of limestone rock down here, after all. Madison just kept throwing.
Until…he cursed.
And his phone went hurtling down below.
She heard the splash it made, and damn! was it satisfying.
Madison turned. And just kept going.