Josh had left fifteen minutes earlier after saying something about Hanna’s phone not working. He must have believed me when I told him that nobody was tracking it, anyway, yet I didn’t know for certain that she ever put that tracking app on her phone like I’d suggested.
I’d stretched the tape slightly while he was doing his best to find Hanna’s computer password. I assumed he didn’t have any luck, but all I knew for sure was that in his absence, I would have more time to work on my escape. Josh had covered my mouth with tape after gagging me with one of my own socks, so there was no way I could call out for help. Even if I tried, the pain in my ribs when sucking in a deep breath was more painful than I’d imagined.
I had no idea of the time, but when I looked toward the living room windows, I could tell it was brighter on that side of the house, which faced south.
It has to be late in the afternoon. The sun will be coming around the house before long, and then it’ll set on my right, where the bedroom windows are. That means I’ve been gone for two solid days, and still, nobody has a clue where I’m at. I hope Hanna and Bandit are okay, wherever they are, and I wonder if she thought to call Lutz.
I worked as fast as I could and began to make progress. Not knowing where Josh went or when he’d be back worried me. If he caught me trying to free myself again, I was sure that effort might very well be my last.
A sound caught my attention and caused me to stop what I was doing. My heart pounded double-time—I hadn’t gotten far enough with the tape to do any good. I was sure Josh was back, which was bad for me, but the noise I’d heard didn’t come from the front door.
That sounds like the overhead going up, but Josh doesn’t know the code. He only has the keys to the front door. What the hell is going on?