The clock struck three or four in the dead of night, and Desmond had finally drifted into a deep sleep.
I slipped out of bed quietly, turning my back to the surveillance cameras to avoid being seen. Reaching up, I took the small necklace from around Desmond's neck and blew softly into the tiny pinhole at its center.
A faint, high-pitched hum cut through the silence, undetectable to anyone not wearing a special listening device. I knew Desmond's contacts would receive the signal and move to extract him soon.
He had told me long ago that this unassuming necklace was his only way to communicate with his allies outside the mansion.
It had been our lifeline during the daytime escape attempt, the tool that had nearly gotten us both out.
That plan had failed, but I refused to give up.
'Vict
