“Good reflexes,” I say. “You’re safe here, Molly. You’re in Florida, and this is Jenner. He’ll keep you safe while I’m gone. Right?”
“Right,” Jenner says like a trained soldier.
“How did you do that?” she asks.
“Tell you later, okay?”
“I’m sorry for what my parents did to you,” she says, and reaches out and grabs my arm. “Please get them. Please save them!”
“I’ll get them.”
“They won’t come unless you make them. Please don’t leave them there!” Her eyes water.
“You have my word,” I say as I gently peel her digging fingers off my forearm. As soon as we’re disconnected, I frag back to the hallway outside the safe room and wriggle my way inside. Mr. Heston holds a knife in front of him and doesn’t put it away when he sees that it’s me.
“What did you do with her?” he demands
