"There's brownies in the seventh floor lounge," the guard said over his shoulder. "Is that where you're going?"
"We're headed to the twelfth floor," Ryan said, his voice smooth and deep like he'd done this a thousand times before.
The guard hit that number's button and smiled at Ryan as if he'd just done him an enormous favor.
When the elevator stopped at the seventh floor, the man stepped out. Before he'd even cleared the doors, I dove towards the wall panel and punched the close-doors button.
Kendra jammed her key in the lock by the P for penthouse button, twisted it, and jabbed the button. Thankfully, we rose up the rest of the way without any more stops.
The elevator door opened onto a hallway lit only with red motion sensors. Somewhere on this floor was my sister. My feet couldn
