The sign has a ragged tear where the last word should be Wanna bet the missing word is torture Cruz groans and throws his backpack down on the grass I peer at the row of log cabins set near the edge of a lake Nearby is a small building A sign on the door says Outhouse What the heck My stomach drops to my high-tops There’s no indoor plumbing here Cooper look around Cruz mutters There’s no indoor anything No Wi-Fi no television Phones and iPads are banned 
