“Heard Mason’s dogs ripped this guy apart. Wonder what he looks like.” “You suggesting opening a sealed coffin lid?” Jordan’s heart hammered. Although he’d become accustomed to the confinement and had assumed the worst, confirming his suspicion that he was in a coffin triggered new horror. He was entombed. He tried to yell into the gag filling his mouth, but nothing happened. Rescue was less than a foot above him. Just a thin layer of wood away. He willed his feet and hands to move, but his body wouldn’t obey him. He had to get out. The claustrophobia was overwhelming but still not so strong that Caitlyn was out of his thoughts. Where was she? Did she need his help? “Wasn’t saying we should do it. Just wondering.” Jordan’s world tilted. Then he rolled against the side of the box as an outside force lifted it. “Come on,” Jordan heard. “The funeral wagon’s waiting. And I’m hungry.” Despite their silence, it wasn’t difficult to feel the rhythm of motion and realize that two men were carrying him.
