Ritchie had assumed that Moreau had shared her sense of urgency. They had to stop whatever the Berwegers were about to do. So she was more than a little annoyed to find Moreau grabbing her arm and pulling her to a complete stop in the middle of the very end of the main hallway.
"They went this way," Ritchie said, and started to run again, making for the cross-corridor to the right.
"I know, but look," Moreau said, pointing to the left. That hallway was nothing but storage rooms, rooms that Ritchie had half-assumed were never used. But one of the doors stood open.
"They can"t be in there. It"s all dark," Ritchie said, but when Moreau headed over to it, she followed.
She wasn"t keen on stepping into the darkened interior, but Moreau flicked on a light switch. They were looking into a clo
