Shannon tiptoed toward the kitchenette, hoping to find an exit. Anna was on her heels. She worked her way around the kitchen counter, praying there would be an exit around the corner.
The stench of whiskey assaulted her sensitive nostrils. Her eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness to make out a couple of booze bottles laying sideways on the countertop. The bottle caps lay next to them. For crying out loud, did we sleep through a party? More importantly, how in the world did we come to be here? Shannon shook her head. She'd worry about that later when they were safely away from here.
Once in the narrow aisle between the kitchen appliances and the kitchen bar, Shannon noticed a faint crack on the floor. A hall door. Relief rippled through her, they were nearly home free.
Shannon halted
