My pulse thudded violently. “Flynn.” I whispered. “The door is locked from the outside.”
He paused longer than he ever had on a phone call. When he finally spoke his voice dropped into a level calm that felt far more alarming than panic.
“Alright. Do not make a sound. Tell me if there is another exit.”
“There is a small bathroom attached to this room.” I said. “But the window is very small.”
“Go into that bathroom. Lock yourself in. Move slowly.”
Before I could reach the bathroom I heard it. A soft scrape. A quiet shift of weight outside the door. Then a small tapping sound against the lock. My breath clung to my throat.
Flynn whispered urgently. “Someone is out there. Is that correct”
Before I answered, a voice from the hall spoke quietly. “Do not move.”
