Chapter 18

“We’re gonna die!” Kirk shouted. “We are so gonna die!”

“We’re not going to die, Kirk! Now just shut up and let me think!”

Breaking one of the windows wouldn’t work, because they were all interior windows and besides that, they were made of plexiglass.

Smoke filled the room to the point where it was difficult to see or breathe. Kirk was coughing so hard that he was on his knees.

Was this the end for them? Detective Reynolds had been right, she should have stopped snooping when she’d had the chance to do so.

Then, what sounded to her like a voice from an angel that had been sent from heaven above called out.

“Miss Owens!”

“Oh thank God.”

It was Detective Reynolds.

“We’re in here, Detective! Someone locked us in!”

“Get away from the door!”