I still couldn’t believe this was her. I would never have guessed she’d be a threat.
It was all so obvious now though that it was her. I just didn’t want to believe it. Another person who broke my trust.Mom, Dad, Luc, Millicent.
It was funny they all loved me and had good intentions, but it wasn’t enough.
I shook my head. It wasn’t time to think about any of that.
Focus.
Focusing was the key. It was the key to hopefully saving my friend.
“Now, Gigi. Now. Ready?”
She sucked in a sharp breath and nodded.
Okay, well, here I go.This was the epitome of all my years of being a cop.
If it was only for this one moment. To save her.
I slipped the ropes from my hands and methodically bent down to undo the ropes from my legs.
Visualization. I had it all figured out, and so far, it was working.
I grabbed the key and made my way to Gigi.
Hands first, then I undid the rope binding her feet. My hands were working like magic, undoing the knots as quickly as I could.
As Gigi stood, I moved to the lock on the door hoping like hell Millicent hadn’t screwed me over and this wasn’t some stupid game to make us think we could escape when we couldn’t.
I could have cried when the lock clicked open and the door moved out.
Oh God, we could do this.
Gigi was behind me. We walked out to the corridor. I looked in the opposite direction to where everyone else had gone. There was a path that turned.
“This way. Run as fast as you can.” I pointed down the passage, and we started running.
Jesus Christ, off in the distance, behind us, I could hear hurried footsteps.
They must have seen us on camera.
I ran for all I was worth, and thankfully, Gigi was keeping up with me.
We turned down the corridor, and it was darker. No light but ounces of daylight shone through in various cracks under the doors and around the windows we passed. This section looked old. Old and completely out of use.
We ran into a large hall that held benches and tables. A cafeteria long out of use.
This place really was a prison. I could see all the cells now, overhead and all around. So, I was going to guess that this was the only abandoned prison I knew of, and it wasn’t in Chicago. If I managed to get to a phone or find some way of contacting Luc, I’d at least be able to tell him where I was.
We turned down another corridor. This one was much darker. I took Gigi’s hand when she started to slow down. Ahead was a brighter light, so we ran toward it.
Go toward the light?
Yes, indeed.
There was a room off to the corner that you could easily miss. There. That might be a good hiding spot. Just somewhere we could come up with a plan.
The darkness gave us cover.
