Chapter 117
He was going to get that girl and he was going to throw her to her death. And make it hurt. She had struck him in the eye. Then in the cheek.
He was bleeding. There was so much blood. And it was his.
Ernie had always been fascinated by the sight of blood—but not when it was his own.
He had to give it to her—she was resourceful. No denying that.
Now he had no light. He could turn around, carefully.
Make his way out of there. But she was resourceful, after all.
That meant she could get back to that van and use the radio to call for help.
It wouldn’t stop him from achieving his goal, but if anything went wrong retrieving Riely, he would not have a way to get her out of the country with him.
And he would not leave his grandchild behind to face the world alone.
Now he had no way of calling in one of his associates to get him out, either.
No. Madison had to be stopped somehow.
And then…Ernie was leaving. He had just enough time to get to the house and get Riely. The girl should be getting ready for bed for right now.
He refused to leave without his granddaughter.
Ernie would not leave the only family he had now behind. He just wouldn’t do it.
He knew this path.
Ernie just had to keep going.
He sped up.
The girl was still unsure where she was. She would be hesitant. Not as confident in where she was in the dark as he was. Ernie reached out.
And wrapped his hand in her hair just as they entered the larger middle cavern.
He yanked.
Pulling her off her feet and into his arms.
His hand wrapped around her neck. He yanked her closer. “Damn it, Madison. You have more fire than I anticipated.”
“Let me go!’”
“Newcomb. TSP! Get your hands off her and stop moving. Now!”
Son of a bitch.
He tightened his hold on her neck. So much so she cried out. “If you don’t let me pass, I will break her neck right now.”