The Barn

“You are taking too long,” Greta whispered loudly.  “We’re going to get caught.” 

“If you are so worried about getting caught, you can leave.  All you’re doing is distracting me.”  I kept my eyes focused on the lock, knowing we only had a matter of minutes before Jared got home.  If we didn’t get this one door unlocked, we were through.  Over.  Cooked. 

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” Great whispered under her breath.  She was so close I could feel her breath on the back of my neck.  I knew this time she was talking to herself so I let her comments pass. 

I could feel my heartrate quicken as the grandfather clock in the hall struck noon.  Jared was due within the hour and if we weren’t exactly where he left us, there would be hell to pay. 

When the lock finally released, both Greta and I opened the door and blinked into the bright sun.  In the distance, we could see dust flying from Jared’s car as we ran for the house.  If he knew we had been looking through the barn and had come across his secret, we would never see the sun again.  But how quickly could we call the police?