Chapter Twenty-Four
A male voice shouted behind her.
Tina made sure that she kept out of the line of vision, ducking behind banks of equipment and pallets with supplies. She would have loved to have had more time to look around. What was in the large bottles packed neatly in a metal cage? What did the machine with the blinking lights do? A number of white tubes ran from it into the ceiling, presumably to the people in the cabinets on the shelf above.
But there was no time to look.
The men had figured out that she had run in the wrong direction, further into the restricted area. They were somewhere behind her, but she couldn’t see how far.
Tina reached the far end of the hall.
The main passage was blocked by a solid door that was closed, but a small door next to it was open.
She ran
