Page 110 of Only One More Lie

All four tires on each vehicle had been slashed.

A lump formed in his throat.

They wouldn’t be driving anywhere—just as the killer had intended.

CHAPTER 59

The killer had them right where he wanted them, didn’t he? Andi thought to herself as she stared at the flattened tires on their vehicles.

He’d managed to run them out of the cabin. Trapped them at the camp.

Even if they were able to get to the UTVs and snow machines, she had a strange feeling they wouldn’t be able to use them.

Would they all be out of gas? Would the shed be locked up and inaccessible?

She didn’t know. But someone had put a lot of thought into this.

“What should we do?” Simmy asked as she grasped Ranger’s arm with one hand and held onto Juniper with the other.

“We could walk to the lodge.” Juniper’s voice quavered as she stared at the building in the distance. “We’ll have to walk across the field in the snow, but at least it will be warm once we get there.”

“It’s going to be a tough walk.” Duke followed her gaze, knowing how long the hike would be. “The snow is deep. But you might be right. That might be our only choice.”

As if to confirm those words, a crash sounded beside them. The ceiling beams of the cabin collapsed.

Duke raised his arms and urged the group away from the flames. “We gotta get moving.”

As he began to trudge through the snow, the group stayed with him.

Thankfully, they’d had time to grab their coats and boots. A person could freeze out here fast.

“I just had a thought,” Juniper murmured.

“About what?” Andi looked back at her as they started through the snow.

“A story someone told me. About how a fire on Christmas made them never want to celebrate again. I don’t know why I never thought about it earlier.”

“Who told you that story?” Duke asked.

Before Juniper could answer, movement in the distance caught her eye.

Someone else was here.

Duke watched as a snowman stepped from the woods.

No, it wasn’t a snowman.

It was a man wearing all white, from his snowsuit to the white mask on his face.

But that wasn’t what captured Duke’s attention.

It was the AR rifle in his hands and the second one strapped over his chest—and a third gun at his waist.

Whoever that man was, he was prepared for battle.

Duke started to reach for his own gun.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the man said, his voice deep and slightly familiar.

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