“What the damn hell?” he yelled as he raced towards the brood barn, where Jake, alerted by the gunshot, stood in front of the closed doors barking like a beast gone rabid.
“Easy boy,” Kelly said, approaching the door with his weapon drawn. “Gilly, you okay in there?” Kelly reached the door and pulled the handle. It held fast. Someone had apparently locked it from inside.
“Gillian?” Kelly called in a voice laced with fear and Jake once again started his frantic barking.
“Okay. Stand down.” Kelly spoke to the dog, then placed his ear against the door and listened.
From inside came the sounds of sobbing.
“Gillian.” Kelly yelled again. “For God’s sake, open the door.”
Stop back next week for a few lines from Jamie Hill.