cracked open when we laid down, but now it’s closed all the way.
I reach for the cold metal knob and turn. It doesn’t budge. Someone locked us in! I strain to hear what’s going on downstairs.
"I don’t know if they have it, but I’m sure these are the kids,” I hear George say. “Listen, you promised me you would fix Helen if I helped you. Maybe they’re here; maybe they ain’t. I’ll let you know when I see my Helen again."
So that’s it! George wants his wife back, and we’re the ticket. Everything he told us was a lie.
I sidle back to the boys. "The door’s locked from the outside,” I say softly. “We need to get out that window and run—the old guy double-crossed us!”
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