The elevator was a steel cage, and Sarah Vance was the warden standing on the other side of the six-inch gap.
"Drop the weapon!" Sarah screamed, her gun barrel thrust through the opening. "I swear to God, I will drop you right here!"
Noah pressed his back against the rear wall of the elevator cab. He wasn't looking at her gun. He was looking at her knuckles. White, shaking, terrified.
He couldn't speak. One word, and she’d recognize the voice of the man she slept next to.
He looked up. The emergency hatch.
He holstered his weapon. He jumped, grabbing the rim of the hatch.
"Don't you move!"
BANG.
A bullet sparked against the steel wall inches from his hip.
Noah punched the hatch open and hauled himself up onto the roof of the elevator car.
Below him, Sarah was kicking the doors, t
