Queeneth’s hands were shaking as she stared at the words written on the paper.
“Soon.”
Emelda stood still, frozen just like her. The noise from the shattering glasses was too loud. Queeneth quietly walked towards the window and peered out. It was dark, too dark. The street lights outside barely lit the narrow alley beside the building.
She turned back inside. “Do you have a back exit?”
Emelda nodded, obviously shaken. “Through the kitchen, it connects to the stairwell.”
Queeneth didn’t waste time. She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed George.
“We’re leaving the building now. Someone just threw another warning through the window.”
George didn’t ask questions. “Agents are stationed outside. Go out through the back. I’m on my way.”
Queeneth ended the call and turned to Emeld
