I glance up, my eyes seeking the bulb. It’s too far away for me to reach. But the cord is right above me. I upend the shovel, stab the cord as hard as I can. Sparks fly as the blade severs it. Electricity cracks and darkness descends. Working blind, I drive the shovel’s spade in the direction where I last saw Mast, hear it make purchase. He releases my ankle. But I feel him grapple for the shovel. I thrust it at him but lose my grip as I stumble away. The blade grazes my hip. He’s swinging it at me, trying to hit me.

And then I’m running, completely blind, arms outstretched, feeling my way along the walls. I planned to exit the tunnel the same way I’d entered, but Mast is blocking my way. I think I’m heading in the general direction of the house, which is sixty yards from the slaughter shed.

I’ve gone only a few strides when my shoulder brushes the wall. The impact spins me around. Barely maintaining my balance, I re orient myself and keep going. Dirt crumbles beneath my fingertips. Cobwebs stick to my hands. I want to try my phone, but I don’t dare take the time. Mast has my flashlight and my .38. Not to mention the rifle. There’s no doubt in my mind he’ll fire blind to stop me.

Light flashes in my peripheral vision. I glance over my shoulder, see the flashlight beam behind me, and I know Mast is closing in. My foot strikes something solid. I stumble, land on my hands and knees, but in an instant, I’m back on my feet,

Keeping my left arm extended in front of me, I reach for my cell with my right, flip it open. Relief flits through me when two tiny bars glint up at me, and I hit the speed dial button for Tomasetti.

He picks up on the first ring. “Kate.”

I can tell by his tone that he’s been trying to reach me. He knows something’s wrong. “I’m in trouble.” My voice is breathless and high.

“Where are you?”

“Mast farm. There are underground tunnels. Mast is armed.”

No response.

“Tomasetti?”

Nothing.

“Damn it.” I look down and see that the call has been dropped. Cursing, I snap the phone onto my belt.

My shoulder scrapes the wall, knocking me to one side. I slow to a walk, reach out with both hands, and touch the walls to orient myself. I hear Mast behind me, his footfalls heavy on the ground. He’s breathing hard, muttering words I can’t make out. I jerk my head around, see a misty beam of yellow light. He’s just yards away.