Jamie gripped the side of his seat. “What if they’re already trying to climb up?” “They might be,” Noah said, not sounding confident. Then came a loud knock—right on the side door. Jamie jumped to his feet. “That was the door.” “They’re trying the handle,” Noah said.
Jamie rushed to the main cabin. He pressed himself against the crate blocking the door and peered through the tiny window. A figure was outside—just a shadow through the glass. A hand hit the window once, fingers spread wide. No words. Just pressure.