Chapter 20Ryan's body protested as he moved, but he had to get out of that room. He had to check on Ginger. He left Fizz, dazed, in the capable hands of Beth, who had helped him to sit up against the wall. Sheila had rushed over to Matt, who was freaking out because Sammy wasn't moving.
"He's breathing," Sheila said. "Unconscious. Did he hit his head?" Her voice trailed away in Ryan's ears. Ryan staggered to his feet, muscles screaming in agony. The bodies of Pete and the two paramedics still lay lifeless on the floor. Ryan couldn't look at them, prayed they were still breathing, but he had to get to Ginger.
The sun had set, and the hallway had lost its pinkish tint. In the receding daylight, the pigeon loft felt clearer than it had in ages, but Ryan still felt suffocated. As soon as he
