With a s***h of the blade, the last snagging… f*****g… snagging… bramble parts. Two halves spring away and the hatch finally lifts and clears. Scrambling up and out…
fucking…Cara and Adam?
No time…
No time…
NoAnd ignoring the squeals from the bottom of the ladder, I scramble through the nettles and briars that have sprung up around our escape exit, cursing as they hook and snatch at clothes, ignoring them as they catch and claw at naked skin. Breaking through to clear ground, I career past trees and shrubs, vault the back wall of the parking lot and sprint for the main reception entrance, yelling as I go. “Call the police. Emergency. Help! Somebody. Help!”
Help!”And there, bursting from the entrance ahead of me, Chad, half the hotel staff right behind him. “Jenny!”
“Chad!” I’m cryin
