Elise moved fast. Grabbed a chair, shoved it under the doorknob. Started dragging the bookshelf toward the door.
"Help me," she said.
Ziva snapped into motion. Together, they pushed the heavy shelf against the door. Then the couch. Building a barricade.
Ziva called Tyrell back. "He's outside. Timothy's here!"
"I'm tracking your location. Police are en route. Stay inside. Don't open that door." His voice was sharp. "I'm coming."
"Tyrell."
Banging on the door. Hard. Violent.
Timothy's voice, muffled but audible: "Ziva! I know you're in there."
More banging. The door shook in its frame.
Elise grabbed Ziva's arm. "The fire escape. Back window."
They ran to the bedroom.
Behind them: a gunshot. Deafening in the enclosed hallway. The lock exploded.
Wood splintered as Timothy kicked th
