I’m going to pass out if I don’t get fresh air so I run to where Izzy still stands. Outside, a few short yards away, Lucky sprints across the sidewalk toward the restaurant.
When his concerned eyes lock on mine, I push my lips to the hole. “I love you.”
I want to stay and say more but Suds grabs my shoulder and pushes me back into the main restaurant. “Downstairs. Everyone. Now.”
Right. Gas rises.Hopefully, we’ll survive until they shut down the main valve or cut the chains off the door.
At the bottom floor, instead of a restroom, Suds kicks down the door straight ahead with no markings. “Go, go, go. In the basement of the next building, turn right. There’re stairs. Go up and out, fast.”
Suddenly, the floor overhead explodes with an earsplitting blast and I protect myself by curling into a ball, hands over my head.
My last thoughts are of Lochlan.
Please God, take good care of him.
