3Anna Sanchez was furious with herself for letting her guard down. How could she have been so stupid? Her brain worked at a furious pace to figure out a way to escape from the small room. The only result was a massive headache.
For the hundredth time, she pushed against the window, trying to force it to open. And like the other 99 times, it didn’t budge. Earlier, she’d broken the glass, also managing to slice her finger on a small nail protruding from the thin wooden muntins that divided the window into sections.
She was still trapped because of the thinly spaced metal bars on the window’s exterior. They had been securely anchored to the house and prevented her from pushing them away from the house so that she could crawl through the window. Apparently, Wade Phillips had thought of every
