CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was night.
Riley was walking along a length of railroad tracks, enjoying the fresh warm air and the bright, moonlit sky.
Then she heard a whimpering voice directly behind her.
She turned around and saw a woman bound with duct tape to the tracks, her neck against one of the rails.
Riley felt as though her heart jumped up in her throat.
How was this possible?
She’d just passed that spot a second or two ago. No one had been there then.
She rushed to the woman and knelt down beside her. The woman seemed to be just regaining consciousness.
“Where am I?” the woman murmured. “What’s happening?”
Riley said, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you loose.”
But as she began to struggle with the seemingly endless coils of duct tape, the task quickly seemed impossible. The tape ripped
