Voices approach outside the room, speaking Mongolian. Maybe it’s the doctor. Maybe he found something wrong with my blood and is coming to lock me up. For one moment, I can’t move.
That room flashes in my head, no windows, just a bed.
I swallow the panic and force myself to move. The window is wide open. I rush to it. Even if they find something, they don’t know who I am. They’ll never find me.
The building is only one storey. If I slip, I’ll get hurt, but I climb out anyway. I swing both legs onto the roof just as the men reach the bed I’d been lying on.
“There she is!” one of them shouts, pointing.
My eyes widen. I know them. They’re Mafia men from the house.
Oh, double s**t. They think I killed their brothers and they’re here for revenge.
One of them lunges for me. My heart ju
