CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
Twisted CurlsThrough unfocused eyes, Kit registered shadows moving around her. Her elbows slammed against the counter as she hauled at the wire without success.
“Stand still!” a voice commanded. The tension in her throat increased before air filled her lungs and she dipped forward, coughing. Ooze covered her fingers and she couldn’t speak the words gagging against the back of her tongue. She sank to her knees and pressed her forehead against the tiles, closing her eyes and waiting for the spectre of death to slide back into the abyss.
“Call an ambulance.” A woman’s voice added a soothing lilt over the clamour in Kit’s head.
“And the police.” She recognised Langdon’s urgency. “Is she okay?”
Her lungs ached from the greedy gulps of air she took. They locked up her che
