Stores in Your Area
His voice made her heart race. Shannon Wills looked through the dark office in the direction of the frosted glass in the door. Nothing.
Or was it?
She'd come too far, and pieced too much together to stop now. She squatted next to Doctor Saban, sheltering her flashlight within her denim jacket while he reviewed the first page, then glanced at the rest. The stack was an inch thick.
"This is it," he said.
Another noise. From down the hall.
She stood rigid, her eyes riveted on the door, ten feet away. Watched for shadows or a streak of light to pass by.
The only sound now was from a winter storm breaking inland from the Gulf of Mexico. The rain was coming down in sheets, with occasional lateral gusts that made the windows shake. Finally, he said to her, "Did you tell anyone?"
Shannon said, "Nobody." She was only sixteen, and had never dreamed that following her suspicions would lead to this moment.
Doctor Saban said, "We've got to split up." He divided the stack, giving her the ones that she needed. He stuffed the rest under his shirt. Then she did the same.
They waited a few minutes by the door, then he said, "If someone shows, I'll try to divert them. Go out the back way, towards the channel. You'll pass three buildings. Keep your eye out for where the road comes up to the fence. I'll pick you up there. I've got wire cutters in the trunk, and I'll cut the lock if the gate's locked.
There's razor wire on top, so don't try to scale over it."
He eased the door open, and pointed for her to go down the unlit hall to her right.
She moved slowly, quieting each step so that her wet tennis shoes wouldn't give her away. Once she reached the far end, she paused, trying hard to see the darker image of his body moving in the opposite direction down the hall.
Near the back entrance, she could tell that the rain was slacking off. She tried to estimate how long it would take him to get to his car in the front parking lot. But a glint of light outside the window stopped her. It was more the color than anything else. She knew that color-gunmetal.
A dark image crossed the window.
She needed another plan. But if she wasn't at the rendezvous site, how would she get away? If she ran, chances were they'd find them both. If she could only call the police, and find a place to hide until they arrived. But what could she tell them? That they'd broken in, and had been caught?
She kept low and retraced her path down the dark hall. She entered the first room she came to. She hit her hip on something, and her hands searched a desktop until she found a phone. She hesitated, then dialed 911.
She could feel the papers against her skin, and she knew they wouldn't let her go. But since the guard was back here, the front entrance was uncovered. She prayed that Doctor Saban would make it. At least one of them had a chance.
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