"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.
