He yanks his hat off his hair, which is messy in the sexiest possible way. Despite everything, I feel a stirring inside me. “The plowing place was all booked up when I called them. But get this—they already had a reservation for them to come here tomorrow morning.”

“That’s strange…”

I’m lying. I was the one who called and booked the plow for Sunday morning. I did it before even leaving on our trip, knowing we would be stuck here. I was certain I would have found the body by then and taken care of it. Unfortunately, that did not work out according to plan.

Ethan crinkles his brow. “Do you think Judy called for the plow?”

Unlikely, considering Judy doesn’t even know we’re here. The extra keys Ethan “discovered” below the plant belonged to Adrienne. “Probably.”

“In any case, it’s already been paid for.”

Yes, it has. In cash.

I start to bite on my thumbnail, but I put it away. My mother always said that’s a nasty habit. “Did you call the police?”

He shakes his head and I let out another quick sigh of relief. “I figure we can call in the morning.”

Ethan has no idea that his wife is responsible for the dead body in the office.

It looks like we’re not getting out of here tonight, but at least we’ll be able to go first thing in the morning. Thankfully, I’ve destroyed the worst of the tapes.

As for the dead body, I’m not sure what to do about it yet. But I have a feeling the solution will come to me. It usually does.

Chapter 52

For dinner, we eat another meal of cold cuts, heated briefly in the microwave. It wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever eaten, but we’re getting out of here in the morning. Tomorrow night, we’ll go someplace really nice. We need to celebrate the family we’ll be having soon.

After we finish eating, we’re about to head upstairs when we hear shouting coming from Dr. Hale’s office. It’s Luke, still trapped in there, although we haven’t checked on him.

“Hey!” His crackly voice calls out. “Anybody there?”

We exchange looks. Ethan drops a hand onto my back and steers me away from the office.

“Hey!” Luke shouts again. “I’m thirsty! Can I have some water?”

I stop in my tracks a few feet from the door. “We could give him some water.”

Ethan’s jaw tightens. “He won’t die in there, Tricia. He’ll be out in the morning—he can hang on until then.”

“Yeah, but… we could at least bring him a glass of water. Let him have a drink.”

“You’re too nice.”