Gigi started pouring the mixture into the bottles I’d found.
She got to the sixth one when we heard voices. Then footsteps.
“Shit,” I hissed.
Gigi poured the mixture into two more bottles. Making that eight. There were two more, but we didn’t have enough mixture.
“This will have to do,” she whispered.
I nodded. “Gigi, here.” I gave her six bottles and kept two for myself as an idea formed in my head.
“No, we should get four each,” she protested.
I placed my hand over my lips and signaled for her to be quiet. There was someone walking by the door.
While she stood still, I placed the bottles in her pocket and nodded.
“Search every room,” called a voice from the other side of the door. It sounded like the biker. Ugh, I would hate for him to find us.
“I’m looking,” replied another guy. “It’s hard to see with no camera and power on this side.”
No cameras and no power.That was good. My skin tingled, and I released a slow sigh.
They walked away from the door, and I grabbed Gigi’s hands.
I practically shoved her in the elevator shaft.
“What are you doing?” Gigi hissed.
“Please remember what I said. Focus on you. When this gets to wherever it leads to, hide. Please.” I gave her a nod of conviction.
“We can escape together,” she insisted with wide, frightened eyes.
“It’s better this way. I get to make sure you make it out this way. I can’t risk them coming in here and seeing where you went.”
“Pleas—”
“Gigi, please, we’re running out of time.”
“Okay… you better be safe, Amelia. You’re my sister. Who else will I eat a whole Bangkok street feast and burgers with?” She went to hug me, but the door handle started turning.
“Door’s locked from inside,” the guy called out.
“Shoot it down.” The biker bellowed.
I didn’t waste another minute. I closed the gate, locking Gigi in. She took hold of the rope pulley on the inside and started wheeling herself down.
As she went down, her eyes never left mine. Her tear-filled eyes never left mine.
She was my sister too. I hoped she knew how much I loved her.
Blessed be Gigi.
A gunshot sounded against the door, making me jump.
When another fired, I closed the closet, sealing off the elevator. Hopefully protecting Gigi.
This was it. I had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
