Chapter 310: Without Waiting (3)
"Greg!" Cammy shouted breathlessly as she reached the door leading to the back garden of the mansion. There was no light in that part of the unfinished mansion, so she quickly turned on the flashlight on her phone, cutting through the darkness as she stumbled forward.
Greg was already at the door, jiggling the handle in frustration. "Damn it, it’s locked!" he growled, his jaw clenched tight, his fists useless against the reinforced wood.
"I told you to get Dylan out of here," he added, not turning around, the urgency thick in his voice.
Cammy scanned the area with her flashlight and spotted a pile of construction tools in a dusty corner. Her eyes landed on a heavy sledgehammer. Without hesitation, she picked it up and rushed to Greg.
"Here. Break it down."
Greg took the sledgehammer without a word, nodding once as he positioned himself. "Stand back," he said.
Cammy stepped away, her heart in her throat as Greg swung hard—once, twice—until the doorknob cracked and fell off with a dull clang. With a final kick, the door flew open, revealing the pitch-black garden beyond.
They sprinted outside, the beams of their phone lights bouncing wildly with every step. Cammy’s light flickered ahead—and then froze as it landed on a horrifying sight.
She gasped, her steps faltering, hand flying to her mouth. "Oh God..."
There, crumpled on a pile of bricks, lay Annie—blood trickling from her lips, her body twisted unnaturally. Beside her, Duncan was barely conscious, one arm clutching his stomach, blood soaking through his shirt.
Greg kept running until he reached them. "Shit!" he breathed, overwhelmed by the brutal scene in front of him. For a second, he didn’t know who to reach for first.
Cammy dropped beside Duncan, her eyes filling with tears. "You’ve been shot!" she cried, her voice breaking.