Chapter 83

“No. Not in here. Give me the string to your pants.”

“Come again?”

“This door is electronic—which is stupid. That’s why no one is in here. I need to tie it shut.”

“What’s wrong with your pants?”

“Those aremy pants, remember?”

Chad huffed, but did untie the sweatpants. He pulled on the string, yanking to no avail as the knotted end held. “I can’t—”