Point Blank
Chapter One
Ruth froze. From the moment she'd finessed the pathetic lock and begun her trek
into the cave, there'd been only the noise made by bats and the sound of her own
voice, of her own breathing. But now she held her breath. Her mouth was suddenly
as dry as the sandy floor beneath her boots. She strained to listen.
There was only silence, as absolute as the blackness.
All right, she'd take silence. Silence was good. She was alone, no monsters
hanging around at the edge of her light. She was freaking herself out for no
reason, she, who took pride in her control. But why couldn't she see any cave
walls?
She knew the rough distance of a foot, not much longer than her own foot, and
started counting. When she reached about fourteen feet, she stopped, stretched
out her hand as far as she could, and her flashlight and head lamp cut a huge
swath farther ahead of her. No wall. All right, so her distances were off. No
problem, no reason to panic.
But she'd heard something-for an instant. What was the noise she'd heard?
She kept counting and crawling forward. At least another twenty feet. Okay, this
was ridiculous. Where was the opposite wall?
She rose to her feet, shone her head lamp an ... read full excerpt from: Point Blank ebook
