“I am 100% certain,” Mr. Thomas confirms, “I just sent you a copy of the file. It has everything you need right there. As soon as you’re safe, take a look and send me a text.”
The delta’s voice seems so far away as I hold the phone to my face by pressing it into my shoulder. “Annalise, are you still there?"
“I’m here,” I grunt as I lock the bathroom door behind me and look for a way to access the window above my head. Maybe if I flip over the garbage can, on top of my suitcase and stand on top of it, I can reach the small rectangle window next to the stall. “I’m still trying to get out of here.”
There’s a moment of silence before he says. “Best of luck. I recommend you lay low for a couple of days until I can send someone to take you somewhere safe.”
The call ends as abruptly as it beg
