He jumped out and tried the gate the kidnappers had driven through. Locked. The red of the taillights disappeared in the woods, swallowed in the shadows, leaving Tom alone with his failure. He kicked the gate a couple of times before yanking on it. Keep that up and the whole world will know we’re here. Vonda trotted to where he stood fighting the gate. “Well, what do you suggest? I can’t just Superman over the damn thing.” The gate stood at least seven feet tall, a wrought iron monstrosity, attaching to an equally impressive fence. No footholds to be seen. Whoever lived here didn’t raise cattle. And Elizabeth was behind those formidable walls. We can go under it. See, it doesn’t go too far into the ground. Look at that rabbit tunnel underneath. Tom looked to where Vonda gestured with her nose. The light seemed brighter than normal, and he saw the small hole a rabbit had dug under the fence. “Well, what are you waiting for? Dig!” Vonda shook her head and trotted over to the rabbit tunnel.
