Liquid sloshed from what sounded like a tin can, based on the hollow sound of metal against the wood floors. The odor of gasoline seeped through the door moments before fluid flowed into the room from beneath the door.
I flashed back to Min's story of how his parents died, and he was left to burn. The pyromaniac he accused was Daniel.
Terrific. Daniel practiced on Min. Now, he was set to do a better job on me than he had Min.
"Bea, Bea. You have to wake up. Now. We have to go."
I jerked down the dust-laden curtains and sopped up the gas as I mopped it back toward the door. At least I could keep the accelerant on the other side of the door.
We didn't have a choice now. Daniel meant to burn us alive. I'd have to lower Bea out of the window as far as I could and pray she survived the fall.
"Bea, come on, help me." I shook her again, and I must have been rougher than I expected. She flopped onto her back.