Jake slammed the door shut behind him and rammed the lock home. It wouldn’t stop Frik for long. He ran up inside the statue, taking two narrow steps at a time, rounding a corner and startling a maintenance worker.
The man put his hands up as if in surrender as Jake approached. “Por favor não me machuque.”
Jake understood his gesture and nodded. “It’s OK, I’m not going to hurt you. But you need to hide.”
He indicated a storage cupboard. “Stay in there. Wait until it’s quiet again.” He put a finger to his lips.
The man understood his intention and shuffled over to the storage unit. He folded himself inside, eyes wide with fear as he pulled the door closed.
The sound of metal rattling. A gunshot. The squeak of the door opening below.
Footsteps up the staircase. Frik was inside.
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