I stuffed it into the cup of my bra, and pried her fingers off me.
“Jenna! What are you doing? This isn’t the plan.”
“Where is she?” A man rasped.
“Not here,” John replied in a strangled voice. “It’s just me.”
My heart gave a jolt as footsteps pounded floorboards in the main part of the house. Oh, Christ! They’re searching for Kerry.
I clicked the panel into place, trapping Kerry in. “Whatever happens, don’t come out.