He looked around for any possible escape—anything he could use to free the net or distract them—but there was nothing. Just crates, barrels, torn tents, and those same two men, now pacing and grinning like they’d hit the jackpot.
“We should thank you, old man,” one of them added, glancing at Caleb. “If you hadn’t come wandering in, we might’ve missed him. You really made our day.” Caleb didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His heart raced, his thoughts spiraling.