Page 32 of The Island

Heather began sawing at the binds on her hands.

“Is it working?” Tom asked.

“I don’t know. I think so, yes,” Heather said.

“I can’t breathe, Dad,” Olivia complained.

“I’m sorry, honey. Try to put a finger between the ropes and your neck,” Tom said.

“OK,” Olivia replied, as if this were somehow a normal question and answer.

“What’ll we do if we can cut the ropes?” Owen asked.

“We’ll get ourselves free and then dig under the planks at the back of the shed. We’ll make a run for it into the undergrowth. The ferry dock is only two miles away across country. We can easily get there,” Tom said.

“And then what?” Owen asked.

“We’ll take it to the other side.”

“What if the ferry is tied up on the other side of the channel?” Owen said.

Tom winced. He hadn’t thought of that. “We’ll hide out on the island.”

“They’ll find us,” Olivia whimpered.

Tom shook his head. “No, they won’t find us.”

Tom could see that Heather had the penknife between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. The rope was very thick hemp and she looked so awkward trying to cut it. “Is it definitely working?” he asked.

“I think so,” she said.

“Good, keep at it.”

“Can you really do this, Tom?” Heather asked him. “Hide us from them?”

“Of course I can,” he assured her.

Owen was getting excited now. “We could get rabbits. We could make spears and hunt them.”

“Don’t be dumb, Owen,” Olivia said.

“Did you tell anyone about us coming here?” Heather asked.

“No, but the GPS on our phones was working all the way through most of the peninsula, so the police will be able to track our movements and figure out where we went.”

“They won’t know we’ve come over here, though. The GPS wasn’t working on the ferry,” Heather said.

Tom didn’t need her negativity now and she had that young person’s thing of saying everything that came into her head. “Honey!” he said with mild reproach. “The police will figure it out, won’t they?”

Heather picked up on his signals. “Yes, yes, you’re right, of course. The cops will be looking for us by now and they’ll get us tomorrow.”

Tom nodded. If they stayed calm, looked around them, tried to be present, it would be OK.

“That’s right. All three of you have to trust—”

Voices, people moving toward them…

“Shit, they’re coming back, hide the knife in the dirt,” Tom said.

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